Under another sun

nonexistent
that fateful day
when the sky collapsed
with the brilliance of a thousand dying suns.

steel buckled
twisted like the minute
ribbons in my mother's cells
warped beyond hope of any repair.

born without hope
without a father to hold me
deserted by tradition and honour
the same honour that made the sun fall.

here I stand
learning to walk
on my crippled feet
under a warmer, brighter sun.

Yellow Skin

they spit
scorn and gall
hatred
bitter memories
of Pearl Harbour
fuck off
it's your fault
they say
even though
I wasn't born
even though
they- you know who I mean-
killed my great-grandfather too
not just theirs
even though
China was captive
bound by another
yellow skinned
shackled by
another
narrow eyed person
so easily
mistaken for us.