by masterkong | Uncategorized
Everything’s been said Poetry and all The rich have butlers and no friends And we have friends and no butlers Yet, nobody said The immigrant have no friends and no butlers Well, correction… That’s unpoetry We just didn’t remember ______ I began...
by masterkong | Uncategorized
I wrote this on my Facebook today. I share it with you. This is what I am, and I am what I am. I often look in the eyes of my next-door black neighbors in Brooklyn, and I see mistrust. I see sadness. Their eyes tell me, “How could you Indians hate us so much,...
