to write is to live

To be human,
To be as green and raw,
As baby raindrops,
Left drowning down,
Deep seas,
Unprotected,
Shattered by relentless waters,
Plagued,
still oddly intrigued
By these elements,
Confiscating their cores,
In return for strength
Taught by naive submissiveness,
To dry out, and
Evaporate once more,
To rain again
To be human

I tried; somewhere along the road I’ve lost a lot of my poetic feistiness.
If one can call it that, this poem is dedicated to…The Gym Class Heroes, Barry White, the Grateful Dead, Eminem...And the people they stand for who’ve made me human.
But above all it is for my beautiful grandmother, (R.I.P Ba Ngoai- I love you dearly),
Who cherished me as something higher,
her Tien,
And now she is mine,
Helping me stay my silly, much too honest self,
Raw thus beautiful.

***Thi My-Tien