Oct 122011
 

These are a couple of poems I wrote for the Emirates Literary Group Abu Dhabi that I went to last month, but am skipping this month as I’m totally wiped out today….

They don’t have titles at the moment other than “October Blues”.

 

If you are always right
And I am always wrong,
Then why do we fight?

With all your tendencies
Towards arrogance, hypocrisy and idiocy,
Why won’t you just see?

Perhaps, just possibly,
You might be wrong –
But, no, how could that be?

~T
October 10, 2011

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From the outside,
It shines like a new coin.

From the outside,
It runs like a well-oiled machine.

From the outside,
Everyone smiles.

From the outside,
Everyone is your friend.

Unfortunately, the inside is never
Quite what it seems,

From the outside.

~T
October 10, 2011

 Posted by at 18:56
Jun 052011
 

I try to understand
I try to empathize
I try to rationalize

Yet, my words get twisted
Yet, my voice gets lost
Yet, my heart gets pain

How can it be –
This change?
This stranger?
This feeling of loss?

The more I try, the less I sleep
The more I think, the less I understand
The more I rationalize, the less it makes sense

My love is the same
My passion is the same
My feeling is the same

So, why does it all feel different?

~T
June 4, 2011

Mar 232011
 

To whom do I belong?
a biological mother who abandoned me
families that denied me
men who took advantage of my body
a woman who scarred my mental and emotional states

To what place do I belong?
one that sent me away
one that lost me in their system
one that is blind to diversity
one that uses people who look like me

Where do I belong?
near my loving adoptive family
near my adoptive country
near my friends in foreign lands
near my motherland

How do I belong?
by accepting
by adapting
by adjusting
by assimilating

Is this the way I belong?

-T
~March 14, 2011

Jan 312011
 

Like a Choose Your Own Adventure story
Every day has numerous possibilities.

Sadly, we cannot bookmark a page in life
And must make choices
Without being able to go back to said point
When we find we’ve come to a gruesome end.

Instead, we must bravely and confidently choose our path
Some with great cynical optimism and others in hopeful pessimism.

Our saving grace is that every day begins anew,
Allowing us the opportunity to change
The course of our lives
With every decision we make.

So, in God we trust…
So, in faith, hope and love…
So, in believing that there will always be a better tomorrow…

The real question still remains,

What about today?

-T
~January 31, 2011

 Posted by at 16:45
Oct 032010
 

My dearest birth mother,

It’s been 33 years since I last looked at your familiar face, last heard your loving voice, last felt your warm heart beating against mine, last touched your soft hands. It’s been 33 years since I knew safety and trust at my very core. It’s been 33 years since I smiled and laughed without the hidden pain and sadness. It’s been 33 years ….

After all this time do you still ache for me?
After all this time do you still think of me?
After all this time do you still consider me your first-born daughter?
After all this time do you still hope for the best for me?

Do you regret
giving me up?
hoping for an unknown better future?
having me at all?

Now, where are you?
Now, where would we be if we were together?
Now, where are we?

Now,

Omma

Odi?

Always your birth-daughter,

Om Sun Hui.

 Posted by at 23:07
Oct 032010
 

Here are a few writings I’ve been working on:

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Dear Omoni,

Where did you go just moments after you left me for the last time? Did you hide somewhere to cry at the loss of your flesh and blood? Or did you hold your head up high and pretend that everything was going to be alright as you walked away? Did you hope that one day you would be able to see me again? Or did you begin to forget me from that moment on?

The story is that you gave me up to a foster family after taking care of me for a year. Did you really sign away your parental right to me or was it a mistake that they sent me away – to a foreign land across the waters?

Now, many years later, I’ve learned that you followed me across that ocean just a short year after I took the same journey there. Did you come looking for me? What were you thinking when you looked down at the land that had become my home for the past year and was now to become yours?

If ever I were to find you, these are the questions I would ask you. However, all I can question at the moment is Omma, Odi? (Mother, Where?)

Your daughter of birth,

Om Sun Hui.

 Posted by at 23:05
Sep 152010
 

Deep in my gut is where I feel it
Deep in my soul is where I know it
Deep in my heart is where I keep it

This feeling
This connection
This love

When I’m with you
The world slows down

When I’m with you
The air feels lighter

When I’m with you
The darkness fades away

Into the laughter
Into the joy
Into the peacefulness

Of this feeling
Of this connection
Of this love

~T
September 5, 2010

 Posted by at 19:34
Jun 062010
 

When I sum up all that makes me happy –

The color purple
Korean food
Teddy bears
White roses
A beautiful novel

Hope in humanity
Unity among men
Shared joy and laughter

My family
My true friends
My love –

The sun shines a little brighter
The air feels a little warmer
And I smile a lot wider.

-T
~June 6, 2010

Jun 012010
 

Why is it funny to joke –
“You’re adopted”

Is my life funny to others?
Is my lack of known heritage a joke?
Is my lack of identity with any country or culture something to laugh about?

Go ahead laugh it up
Go ahead enjoy your position of power
Go ahead try to forget the truth staring you in the face

I’ll smile along
I’ll hide the pain your joke causes
I’ll pretend to play your game

That’s what we do – the adopted –

We pretend
We smile
We hide

But know this –
My life, being adopted, is no dinner joke

It’s reality.

-T
~June 1, 2010

May 232010
 

They say laughter makes a
healthy heart.

For me, being with you is
just the start.

Not only do you make me
laugh,

But you really are like
my other half.

Where I am lacking
You are abundant
Where I am weak
You are strong

Time spent with you is
never dull.

You make every part
of me full.

I love you –
both parts and whole.

All this to say –
You are good for my soul.

~T
May 23, 2010

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