sunny side up: the asian-american experience

a poem of duality

I masked myself in the whiteness surrounding me,

Prohibiting the amber tone from shining through the cracks.

The egg whites wrapped me in a present

Of bitter consolation,

As I blindly degraded in a milky white.


Yet I still shone through,

My yolk-like nature bleeding out.

For years I hid behind an obstacle of pale ivory,

But now I lay sunny side up,

An effervescent mixture of yellow and white.