I need an Asian girl.
“We always talk about how amazing it is that she came all the way from South Korea and my parents came from Haiti and we meet here.”
“It’s interesting because we come from two strong cultures that are very different. It’s beautiful.”
“Sometimes, we butt heads on things, but it’s not really because of us. It’s just cultural differences. That’s the toughest part, but once you move past it, the love is even better because it’s more challenging. Everyone loves a challenge.”
“What’s one cultural difference you often face?
“I feel it’s the way we show affection. You know how Asians keep to themselves? They are very quiet, very polite, a bit too much sometimes. But America, and more so in the Haitian culture, the people are very funny, outgoing, and loud. They like music and festivals. Sometimes, I just want to have my own or our own quiet private time.”
Dusty Old Gym
And he sat there. Staring slightly to the left, across the dusty gym floor. A gym floor that held so much happiness and relief for four years. Watching; a slight distant memory danced into view. At first glance, it was hard to tell what… But, a longer gaze brought into focus two lives from the past. A slender silhouette, with long natural rustic black hair ran up and down the court. A taller bulky shadow with short black hair and glasses chased after. At that moment, time stopped as the two, shadow and silhouette faced each other.
Here he sat stuck watching what used to be, so close you could hear hearts beating and lungs breathing. Yet so far, you could not feel. Thoughts streamed down the back of his head, bits of, “What would have beens” and drops of what makes life so beautiful. A shadow from an unknown state and a silhouette from an unknown country will forever hold this college deep in their hearts, as the only place they can run, together, freely.
Only recognizable if you spend a moment when time stops and the night is at its quietist hour.
(Schuyler Beauvais-Nikl. Formatted by P. Clip at Microsoft Word)
Do wolves cry home?
Each full moon
Because they understand
Sometimes the most
Before a winter feast
Is to ease one’s parents’
Can snakes feel?
The deep vibration
Of their families’ fears
At night when the ground is calm
And all that can be heard is dinner screaming
Do hyenas laugh
To ignore their feelings?
Thundering with the pack across the savannah
When deep down inside all they want
Is to be alone
Dreaming of stalking prey solo, like a cheetah
Doing all this just to impress
All that matters
Is a call
To let home know
You are not far.