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Sunwoo Jeong Poem
The court was a refuge for my thoughts and aspirations
An explosion of apprehensive sensations
Breathing in the moment which I couldn’t fathom
My own doubts being my one and only phantom
Told by the media that I didn’t belong
Told that my skin and my height was all wrong
One-hundred twenty invited from Northern California
To achieve the same mission that was only a dream
Is it really just a joke or a chance to redeem?
Walking in the doors I see a congregation of talent
Feeling the source of the youth
There was only one truth
Only one vision in midst of our righteous division
The court sings a beautiful song
The bouncing of rhythm and the shoes screeching along
A home hoteling hints of hopeful hallucinations
Creating competitive hate-love relations
NBA doesn’t stand for National Basketball Association
The name itself cries No Babies Allowed without determination
Walking in I stand in shock
Seeing nervous written on the countenance of the flock
Strangled by the frozen clock
I can barely talk
Playing on the smells of the newly wiped floors
All we wish is to not look like beasts playing on all-fours
In Cupertino being tall was no trouble
Walking in was the pop of my physical bubble
Tasting the sweat that drips from my face
The cramping of the base
Oxygen something you learn to embrace
Putting fifteen on the scoreboard in the second showcase
Tells the room it doesn’t matter about the color of my face
Being asian ain’t no disgrace
Do what you love and show that you know your place
The court is where my thoughts are formed
My passion transformed
Into a fundamental dance performed
From the buzz of the start to the buzz of the finish
I truly am in my own heaven
So let me tell you of this place I call home
It’s not just a sport
But a place I can always resort
To persevere until the day I fall short
With the urgency like a jobless father trying to support
Copyright © Sunwoo Jeong | Year Posted 2012
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Sunwoo Jeong Poem
Look around you
The world is already at an end
When the Mayans said that the world was going to end
They didn't mean a world destroyed by flare, quake, or salvation
But rather a world full of broken relation
That possibly, it wasn't a literal interpretation
But a figurative analysis of this falling nation
Are we not all the same people, the same human
But we'd rather live a life divided
A life divided by the color of our skin
What is war but greed to keep the amount of money left for our kin
Life is no longer cherished
The earth used for our own experiments until its resources perished
Genocide, assassinations, and murder supported for a "better cause"
Who are we to judge the abominations of others when there is flaw in our own laws
We continue to redefine what is socially accepted
Making a gateway for divorce, abortion, and legal prostitution
Rather than fixing what has been so psychologically rooted into the minds of this generation
We look to cover up past mistakes with a newly corrupted translation
Girls look for sex because of a lack of love from their fathers
Society tells boys to make use of this advantage
Treat girls as objects rather than human beings with emotions
And we later ask ourselves
How did these boys and girls ever become such bad parents
Our government shouts democracy
But isn't that really just a cover up to keep us appeased
It's most convenient when the majority stays quiet
Because only those in power can say that this earth's a heaven
To the majority, this earth is already a hell
The human race is so arrogant
Believing that they are the most superior in this world
That they can live without the mercy of God who should be in control
Look around you
The world is already at an end
Copyright © Sunwoo Jeong | Year Posted 2012
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Sunwoo Jeong Poem
I was 5 years old when I first stepped onto this land of the free
America, the place that I heard was the best place to be
To live a better life to become better beings
To chase the American Dream to provide for our family, the finer things
The world tells us wealth and power is the number one
But is that what really provides us the happiness at the end of our run?
What really is the American Dream?
Tainted by our materialistic desires, we believe that worldly success transfers into content
But will we really forever be at peace with just these tangibles present?
To achieve this American Dream means long hours at work away from our families and friends
To hear everyday, “Daddy, will you be able to make my recital?”
Or, “Honey, come home early today. Please.”
To buy the family hundred dollar Nikes and thousand dollar Louis Vuittons
But to have lost the word, “family” in its entirety
No, this isn’t my American Dream
The media tells us, Just Do It, and we’re all individuals but we’re all part of a movement
Pressured by the media to buy what we can’t and to be who we aren’t
In a world of rich be rich and poor be poor,
We can never be content with just the objects of this world.
True moments of happiness occur between family and friends
To gain all of the world’s objects is in no comparison to the bond that a family holds
To continue this spiritual value against the tangibles that will one day no longer be
To earn self-confidence in the goodness of the future generation
For this is my American Dream.
Copyright © Sunwoo Jeong | Year Posted 2011
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