I pledge allegiance to the flag
That is wrapped around her jaw
Covering her nose and mouth
As her eyes stay steady
On the United States of America
Today, her head is hot
Her throat is dry
She struggles to breathe life
Into the republic
Today, divided not by race
Or by class
But by the new rules
For which we stand
Ms. Liberty, what say you
Shall we be apart and live alone
Or shall we be close and die together
As one nation
Don’t cry, Ms. Liberty
For your tears may fall
And infect another
Under the sky
The late Lebanese-American poet Kahlil Gibran once wrote in a piece titled, “On Children”:
“You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.”
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To you, to me, to us all.
I was five years old when I was first introduced to the ill feelings brought about by comparison. My mother and I had just immigrated to America to live with my father and his side of the family. At the arrivals gate, stood my father and his sister who was holding a little girl about the same age as me. She and I would grow close, like sisters. For the first three years together, I saw us as twins; we loved the same dolls, games, movies, and sweets. Then, something changed. …
The last time you visited, we spent days in my room, with the doors locked and shades down, listening to melancholic music that validated my depression. You whispered all the memories and played them in my head until I lost my grip on reality, till you had me convinced that this was the way things would always be… you and me. We didn’t sleep, didn’t eat, didn’t see a reason why we should keep trying to heal, if all this effort was going to put us back in the same place again — together.
Looking back, I can’t recall the…
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Flashback a few weeks prior to my most recent trip, I was feeling on top of the world. Not due to any external confirmation of achievement, but more so to a deeply internal knowing that I was making major strides on my healing journey. …
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