Misunderstood

You, beautiful, intellectual, tantalizing, Chinese Honey. I try and I try, maybe it’s the tongue of my ancestors you are unable to let go. Or the hate passed on from on ancestors. I understand our pain, this quest to be accepted. Neither side really understanding. I feel your pain, the burden of our mothers worry about our futures, the worry of our fathers to put food on the table. We both come from immigrant families, understand and respect each other’s struggle. Coming up from nothing, to hope we one day to become something. This new world that we fight so hard to be part of, I try to sway you to me, but I guess, we just can’t vibe on the struggle. I can pretend to understand your choice, why you chose the people who raped and bombed our lands, the people who ridiculed our fathers fathers father. Took away our dignity. The people who show us no respect, and mock us with their faces, their words of hate, and their taking of our lives, like it does not amount to anything. We say we believe things have changed for the better and we hope for a better future.

You think they are not capable anymore of this? They have taken their hate and began to give us their love, if that’s the case, I rather they hate us. They use to rape the women, now they love our women, in a way to conquest the world. They no longer care for more land. It is about what they can take away from us. So you, Beautiful, Intellectual, Tantalizing, Chinese, Honey, I will stand by you, and give you my support, but ask me to understand your choice, I can not.