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Lacking Conviction

by Jamie Lin © 2007

My grandmother survived through

the Red Guards, even though their province

was the first to turn into a Red State

and I can't find it in myself to get my ass to college

and work hard and walk away a prodigy

so my parents need not work anymore

every day from 10:00 am till 11:00 pm

except Thanksgiving

through summer's brutal heat rays

and winter's chilling ice pricks.

My grandparents raised five children

in the time of starvation and execution

and I can't find it in myself to fight

for anything, where did I come from,

how come I lack conviction when for

generations, my ancestors fought

to live and I am the one who's given everything

and can't do more than mourn over a broken heart,

drop tears for someone I love half to death in my mind,

for reasons I can't explain, the only memory is how I felt

as I flew down the hill to meet him many days ago and the way

I lie when I make up excuse after excuse,

refusing to listen to advice,

even when I knew the truth but I couldn't accept

because I fucking love him half to death.

Why is it that the ones who are given everything

are always the ones who says they hate life

when the ones who have next to nothing

keeps fighting for no reason other than they don't want

to be a living dead and while we're here sitting around

doing homework, complaining about boys and girls,

and never once getting up and taking advantage of

everything we been blessed with.

Why is it that my grandparents and my parents can,

and the one thing I don't know how to do is

fight for what I want, what I believe, and why is it that I

sit here like the lazy ass that I am and

let my dream go like wind through my spread fingers for fear

of never being able to hold it in my palms and let it lit

fire within my heart strings.

My parents were separated for seven years across the seas for my education

and I never once kissed their cheeks and told them how much I love them,

how they're the only two who'd completely break my heart with their words.

Worst of all though, I never once worked half as hard as they do and I never once willingly

gave up a fraction of my personal happiness for family,

a word I never before this moment truly understood and appreciated.

 












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