Nonchalant
My brother is a big guy—six foot two, has a six-pack, and is a football player. He spends most of his time in the gym, doing pushups or whatever trendy workout is on social media. Meanwhile, I am a skinny ten-year-old kid with arms smaller than a stick. Because of this, the kids would often tease me in the playground. "Look at that walking stick over there!" "There goes the twig!" I swallowed my feelings and continued to play alone in the sandbox, but it still happened every day. So, I went to my brother, who said:
"Get mad, Max!"
凤凰 [resilience]
cramped in a boat, my grandparents
struggle to find space, for everyone
is trying to get out of the mess that is
1920s China—the king has just been
overthrown; his kingdom smashed into
a thousand pieces like a porcelain bowl
falling from its glory; the two sects of China
have gone into war, shooting cannons
and taking blood from their relatives,
yet there go my grandparents, unscathed
and free from the hurricane, starting
once again in an unfamiliar world,
rising from the challenge like a phoenix
spreading its wings and soaring, shining
its golden feathers for all the world to see