I measure my name in metric and imperial
measure it in wine, cheese, olives, hummus,
chocolate, red velvet cupcakes,
measure it in maple bacon sweet potato fries,
steak salads,
and ice cream birthday cakes
I measure my name in metric and imperial
measure it in wine, cheese, olives, hummus,
chocolate, red velvet cupcakes,
measure it in maple bacon sweet potato fries,
steak salads,
and ice cream birthday cakes
I can‘t help but think of all of those babies who have been separated from their parents at the Mexican border and the trauma they must be burdened with.
This is a preview of what some of them will write very soon. It will be filled to busting with righteous rage. Although, Lee is writing from the slightly different perspective of a transnational adoptee from South Korea, who was most likely stolen from her mother and sold to American “parents.”
I‘m a bit on the fence with this one. It is billed as a memoir in poems. This does give one a sense of her experiences as an adopted child from Korea, but not really anything on specific events in her life. One thing that comes through very clearly is that Julayne Lee is angry - at her adoptive parents, adoptive country, the adoption agency, and her birth country. The poems lack imagery and any subtlety, but I enjoyed them for what they teach. 3⭐️
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Preparing for an all-night reading session to practice for the @24in48 #readathon in two weeks. These are the books I hope to read. 📚