“Stones” by sume
Yes, I am the slanty-eyed girl,
the one you called gook.
Remember me? Pan-face?
I’m the one you chased down
the road with rocks in your hands.
You’re the reason I wanted to
dye my hair blonde,
straighten my eyes under a knife
and bleach the black from my irises.
I wanted to be like you,
look like you.
It’s been years but I remember you,
still see the disdain
burned into your expression.
We stand there, the two of us;
you, wrapped in your bleached and highlighted
arrogance and I, in my black-enveloped defiance.
Your hand is clenched around an invisible stone,
but you can’t chase me anymore
because you know I won’t run.
I have become the stone