14 hour flight
It was the way the lady
at the airport said foreigner,
that reminded me of my
broken tongue. Reminded me of the times
when I was able to weave red syllables
together. But now, my fingers tremble when
I fold spring rolls with my mother. Now,
Mama, what does this say
imprisons me. Now, my hands grasp onto the ghosts
of my broken lips, reaching for something that
was lost a long time ago.
Jenny Liu is a student and poet from New York. She has been previously recognized by the National Scholastic Art & Writing Awards, and her poetry is forthcoming in The Watershed Review. Outside of writing, Jenny enjoys listening to music, graphic designing, and participating in her school's Science Research program.