i’m sorry we plucked our tongues like weeds // i’m sorry i can only google translate my way home
Jade Cho, from “竹升 jook-sing,” published in BOAAT
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i’m sorry we plucked our tongues like weeds // i’m sorry i can only google translate my way home
Jade Cho, from “竹升 jook-sing,” published in BOAAT
I have watched my neighborhood spit out families until my mother is the only woman of color in our apartment building.
Jade Cho and Isabella Borgeson - "Oakland" (CUPSI 2013)
Three Months Since
Jade Cho
My father’s last breath is still the blade
that pares and cleaves me open.
From the wound I cradle every beautiful thing:
my friends’ laughter havocking the moonless night
cricket song spilling from an unfinished building.
In my hands the pastel rind of a grapefruit
plucked from the neighbor’s tree
sour blush of its fruit plush beneath my nail’s parting.
How to live knowing all of this will one day join him in the dirt
and he will never see me beneath palm and palo verde:
my fingers long and lithe as his
ripping pith from fruit.
I slurp the good and bitter juice,
drinking enough for both of us.
Each night I’ll tell him what he’s missed:
The tree’s golden litter of leaves
the mourning doves’ daily song
rung from branches thrust against the winter sky
too blue and too bright to bear.
That's my friend Jade Cho!! "I struggled with internalized racism and not liking myself or how I looked because of white beauty standards. I saw huge racial and class divides in Oakland and felt outraged and helpless. All these things sparked a curiosity in me and a desire to write as a way to figure out why these things were happening — and to eventually critique and challenge."
would the china doll be pliant geisha / or vivacious dragon lady?
@jadecho, “hypothesis,” The Offing
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today i woke up and named myself goddess of the black river hair & yellow earth skin blessed my nose’s flat plateau no longer wished it brittle straight held my flat tits holy refused to call them absence thanked my unshapely hips for the mountain’s work of grounding me and what a miracle this body has survived all my wishing to transform it away to make it alabaster and hourglass to live some other body’s task this year i have let men name me worthless with their silence i have made myself dust and locked mouth in the name of finding intimacy i have blamed my body for driving away anyone i’ve wanted to love but let today be the day i name myself worthy let today be the day i make myself sacred tomorrow, i will still wish he stayed still regret leaving myself at his feet a bird gutted of song but today he is not here, and i am fine dancing in the flight of my own lyric i am twenty-three and have never fallen in love, but i know what it is to love myself and is that not a victory is that not worth church bells table laden with whole fish and cow’s ribs over mama’s best china to call myself beautiful names and wait for no one else to do it for me
jade cho, affirmation i.
Because I am not feeling well huhuhuhuhu good night :)