Socialist and feminist culture
- We Eat Chicken Feet and We Are Not Dead,by Nellie Wong
- Sickness Slept in Us, by Karen Brodine
- It Pleases Me, by Tatiana Lobo
- (En español – “Me Agrada”)
- Jelly Beans, by Merle Woo
- The Ballad of Paragraph 218,+ by Bertolt Brecht
“We Eat Chicken Feet and We Are Not Dead,” by Nellie Wong
We eat chicken feet and we are not dead
Our bowls are rimmed with bats and fire flies
Our feet pedal sewing machines making blue denim jeans
We march in Chinatown protesting discrimination
Corona virus has no yellow skin nor brown eyes
We are delivery workers, doctors, dancers, actors
Our ancestors memorized the number of doors and windows in the home village, whether our fathers had more than one wife
Our foremothers sold their bodies to feed their children
Ah Bing cultivated wild and sweet cherries in Oregon, disappeared in China
We make masks and we don't hide
We fight for Asian American Studies
Agitating for inclusion is a political act
We strike for higher wages, rest periods for our aching backs
We are immigrants at home all over the world
We are natives, born in Eureka, Augusta, Oakland, Phoenix, Flushing
We dispense herbs, make soup to heal our bodies
Harvest chrysanthemums, grapes, pea shoots, taro
Oh yeah, we yakety yack, we jitterbug and jive, play flutes and drums
We dream and we braise and steam and we write
We eat chicken feet and we are not dead.
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“Sickness Slept In Us,” by Karen Brodine
from the poem series “No One Immune” (1985)
It was a time when sickness slept in us waiting
It was a time when birds dove through slick oil
and came up without feathers
a time when no one was immune
Are you now
or have you ever been
a member of those
who face the days with no natural defense?
who face a slow and certain death?
diagnosed, the new lepers
under wrath of god.
Can they lock us all up?
More art and poetry soon!