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I heard their words direct at me. When I grasped the sounds, they related precisely what was felt. I allowed their words to be about me, to confront me, and to attack me, and I allowed the utterances to be real.
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With quiet precision and vivid imagery, Hal Y. Zhang’s poems portray the arrays of emotions throughout various life scenarios.
Read MoreAnd Mina wonders whose fault this is, this eagerness to see her and judge her before she's even stepped off the plane.
Read Moredoes
exile
begin at birth?
my brothers and I robbed a blood bank.
on the news
they called us vampires
and I could not have been happier
that I had become popular
On some days, my voice is larger than anything else. I can scream and scream and scream until the whole world doesn’t have a choice but to listen and when I try to do anything, I can do it.
Read MoreLast week I went home for the first time in years;
I crept in the closet and locked up the door.
