See Kao See White

Digital Photography
August 2009- February 2009

Another wretched being, she can't see her face;
She only sees it in the eyes of an other.
She sees Those Eyes too dark in every other’s gaze. In every slowed, smiling, supercilious
Where are You from?
She speaks the holy language, well enough to be accepted as
Human, not animal, but Those Eyes too dark betray a looking back from whence she came, where she is too
White to be seen in the grey of the tropical storm.
You don’t belong here, whispers the growing wind as the storm begins to gather-
You speak the holy language. You are not of the earth, your roots have long been torn away. Do not pretend to
Lie in the dirt, like your kin before you. You
Pale
in comparison-
I turn away. I look with These Eyes over my shoulder once more; only to see
The storm follow me to my self-deception...
(I think I missed the noodle stall again)
Turn around never for the last time-