I could tell you everything you wanted to know My coming State side to pursue, to embody the American Dream I could tell you about flying over the shining sea; amber waves patch-worked like glassy rice fields - my soul a mere shadow mired in the water A pawn where stars and stripes the occident ALWAYS triumphs over the crescent moon, the orient Transplanted NO D E OOT R P U In secret As hidden as the Cantonese heritage upon my visage YET I was not relinquished I was a missing child I had memories of merlions, touch-me nots,and hawker stalls I was rooted in the satay clubs, double decker busses, and Singlish slinging lah’s and aiya’s as part of my lexic on colonizing Kipling; embracing the hybridity of Singaporean Not all orphans are real ones. I was a manufactured one.
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