Kataomoi (Unrequited Love)
She will not love me,
A silent judge,
Politely ignored,
I shall not begrudge.
For all that she is,
My passion remains,
Her art, her music,
Like blood in my veins.
Her language so fluid,
Her culture, main or sub,
But pride keeps me distant,
From her potential snub.
For all that I am,
Fat American pig,
So blunt and so brash,
Snap my heart like a twig.
Remind myself of prejudice,
For weak heart and mind,
I avoid her presence,
So modest and refined.
With katana in hand,
She’ll rip through my gut,
But the distance between us,
Hurts more than any cut.
For we are East and West,
No acceptance will be won,
Still, my love will never die,
For the land of rising sun.
Copyright © Marilyn Hernandez | Year Posted 2010
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