This week, we invited guest speaker Peggy Lee to conduct an intensive writing workshop. Peggy is an Organizing Fellow for the Asian American Writers Workshop sponsored blog, Open the City.
Peggy is also a Spoken Word artist and performed one of her piece during the session. Click here to read it.
The following essays and poems are thoughtful reflections on the writing prompts from class.
Peggy is also a Spoken Word artist and performed one of her piece during the session. Click here to read it.
The following essays and poems are thoughtful reflections on the writing prompts from class.
Ming:
hahaha,
what did you just say?
How can you not know Cantonese
if you live in Hong Kong.
Silence.
how come you are unable to speak English fluently?
Silence.
I am just tired of these people who make fun of my accent.
Now,
I know how mean I was,
and always try to fix my accent.
hahaha,
what did you just say?
How can you not know Cantonese
if you live in Hong Kong.
Silence.
how come you are unable to speak English fluently?
Silence.
I am just tired of these people who make fun of my accent.
Now,
I know how mean I was,
and always try to fix my accent.
Meng Zhen:
Nostalgia
Nov. 22th 2009
It's a special day
There were My famillies, and our tears,
Then, the airplane was taking me away
I have to said "goodbye" to the land under my feet
Finishing 12-hours flight
We were landing
I saw the lights of the city under me was shining my eyes
I told myself "It is NY."
I want to escaping from everything after that
Everything is so different
different people, different language, culture, the way of thinking
I used to asked my mom " why we have to move to here?”
" oh, honey, we have to do it for a better living." she always smiled and answered so.
A better living?
I didn't think so
" I do not live better now."
"you will, it just the matter of time." she always smiled and answered so
Nostalgia
Nov. 22th 2009
It's a special day
There were My famillies, and our tears,
Then, the airplane was taking me away
I have to said "goodbye" to the land under my feet
Finishing 12-hours flight
We were landing
I saw the lights of the city under me was shining my eyes
I told myself "It is NY."
I want to escaping from everything after that
Everything is so different
different people, different language, culture, the way of thinking
I used to asked my mom " why we have to move to here?”
" oh, honey, we have to do it for a better living." she always smiled and answered so.
A better living?
I didn't think so
" I do not live better now."
"you will, it just the matter of time." she always smiled and answered so
Suzanne:
From the arts of words I chose,
To demonstrate how I feel,
I’m willing to write it all down.
Well, this is how I feel about racism
Here it goes:
Listen,
I might have eyes that are smaller than yours,
But it doesn’t mean Anything,
With these pair of eyes, I can see all around this world.
It’s also a perfect 20/20 you see.
What about you?
You talked behind my back,
It’s cuz you’re jealous, right?
Smarter, better than you?
Oh please…
You say I speak “Ching Chong”,
But do you really know what it means and is there really a meaning?
You might be stronger and bigger,
But we got the brains you see,
We could invent weapons, armors, and shields, you know.
Don’t try to act tough,
Cuz you ain’t anything or anybody to nobody.
Don’t lie to yourself either,
You wanna be cool but really,
You know you’re just some fool.
I didn’t mean you’re dumb,
It’s just the way you are that makes you look this way.
All you always talk about are the A’s we have,
But the truth is, you can too.
Because it isn’t just because we’re Asians,
This is from the time that we spare.
I am not that mean,
I am just telling the truth,
If you’re in,
Well, everything will can be Gucci,
And there will be less problems to this world!
From the arts of words I chose,
To demonstrate how I feel,
I’m willing to write it all down.
Well, this is how I feel about racism
Here it goes:
Listen,
I might have eyes that are smaller than yours,
But it doesn’t mean Anything,
With these pair of eyes, I can see all around this world.
It’s also a perfect 20/20 you see.
What about you?
You talked behind my back,
It’s cuz you’re jealous, right?
Smarter, better than you?
Oh please…
You say I speak “Ching Chong”,
But do you really know what it means and is there really a meaning?
You might be stronger and bigger,
But we got the brains you see,
We could invent weapons, armors, and shields, you know.
Don’t try to act tough,
Cuz you ain’t anything or anybody to nobody.
Don’t lie to yourself either,
You wanna be cool but really,
You know you’re just some fool.
I didn’t mean you’re dumb,
It’s just the way you are that makes you look this way.
All you always talk about are the A’s we have,
But the truth is, you can too.
Because it isn’t just because we’re Asians,
This is from the time that we spare.
I am not that mean,
I am just telling the truth,
If you’re in,
Well, everything will can be Gucci,
And there will be less problems to this world!
Yinghui:
I have a dream
I have a dream.
When I was a kid, I wondered how my family live in the America.
I wander how people look like in the USA.
Are they white?
Are they black?
Are they looking like me—yellow?
I have a dream.
When I knew I needed to leave my country
I wonder America is good for me.
I wonder there is a new and good life waiting for me.
I have a dream.
I wonder people could help me with my speaking
not curious about how I pronounce a word.
I have a dream.
I wish I could speak in perfect English one day.
Then my parents will trust me that I could help them.
I have a dream.
I wonder is a kind of machine
that it could translate all languages for people.
Then we could communicate to different countries’ people
I have a dream.
I wonder nobody will make fun at my accent.
I wonder there is not discriminate between people.
I wonder people live in the world are a bid family.
I wonder…
I have a dream.
I have a dream
I have a dream.
When I was a kid, I wondered how my family live in the America.
I wander how people look like in the USA.
Are they white?
Are they black?
Are they looking like me—yellow?
I have a dream.
When I knew I needed to leave my country
I wonder America is good for me.
I wonder there is a new and good life waiting for me.
I have a dream.
I wonder people could help me with my speaking
not curious about how I pronounce a word.
I have a dream.
I wish I could speak in perfect English one day.
Then my parents will trust me that I could help them.
I have a dream.
I wonder is a kind of machine
that it could translate all languages for people.
Then we could communicate to different countries’ people
I have a dream.
I wonder nobody will make fun at my accent.
I wonder there is not discriminate between people.
I wonder people live in the world are a bid family.
I wonder…
I have a dream.
Jasmine:
My mom always wanted me to come to the United States because of the diversity of the country. I can learn a new language and meet with people who come from different ethnic backgrounds. All of these advantages and experiences will help me in my career path.
I jumped at the opportunity to come to the United States, not just because people call it the land of opportunity and freedom, it is because I can’t imagine how life would be in the other side of the hemisphere.
Life in America is difficult. The languages, the signs, the foods, the people and even the music are unfamiliar to me. Dialogs run all over the place and question marks are left all over my head. This was a new starting point for me and my mom.
It took my mom three months to get a job because she didn’t know English. She needed to take classes at the Chinese Man Power Association in order to get a license. Her job is taking care of elderly people. She got paid minimum wage. People were mean to her because she was new at her job. I always heard my mom complain that people gave her attitude and demanded her to do unusual things such as: wash clothes by using cold water in the winter, carry a bunch of groceries up and down the floors, and recook the foods if the taste was not what they wanted. She couldn't argue with these people because she could lose her job if she said or did something wrong. The officers could kick her out and may not contact her when they had new jobs. In addition, people sometimes yelled and made fun of my mom because she spoke broken English and they felt like Chinese people are taking over all of their jobs.
I felt resentful and disappointed when I realized the ways people treated my mom. It is so unfair and I believe that Chinese people make a lot of contributions on building this country, such as the American continental railroad, the laundramats and the restaurants. At my mom’s age, she is supposed to be retired in China, but she decided to sacrifice herself and take care of the elderly people, so that I can have a good education and a good environment to learn English.
My mom always wanted me to come to the United States because of the diversity of the country. I can learn a new language and meet with people who come from different ethnic backgrounds. All of these advantages and experiences will help me in my career path.
I jumped at the opportunity to come to the United States, not just because people call it the land of opportunity and freedom, it is because I can’t imagine how life would be in the other side of the hemisphere.
Life in America is difficult. The languages, the signs, the foods, the people and even the music are unfamiliar to me. Dialogs run all over the place and question marks are left all over my head. This was a new starting point for me and my mom.
It took my mom three months to get a job because she didn’t know English. She needed to take classes at the Chinese Man Power Association in order to get a license. Her job is taking care of elderly people. She got paid minimum wage. People were mean to her because she was new at her job. I always heard my mom complain that people gave her attitude and demanded her to do unusual things such as: wash clothes by using cold water in the winter, carry a bunch of groceries up and down the floors, and recook the foods if the taste was not what they wanted. She couldn't argue with these people because she could lose her job if she said or did something wrong. The officers could kick her out and may not contact her when they had new jobs. In addition, people sometimes yelled and made fun of my mom because she spoke broken English and they felt like Chinese people are taking over all of their jobs.
I felt resentful and disappointed when I realized the ways people treated my mom. It is so unfair and I believe that Chinese people make a lot of contributions on building this country, such as the American continental railroad, the laundramats and the restaurants. At my mom’s age, she is supposed to be retired in China, but she decided to sacrifice herself and take care of the elderly people, so that I can have a good education and a good environment to learn English.
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