Maybe if I shatter into a million little pieces
Will I begin to understand
The complex beauty of myself
When I see that every little piece
Has it's own color
It's own shape
It's own way
And it doesn't have to fit with the rest of me.
I am not a puzzle.
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The Hapa
PoetryA poetry collection rooted in feeling torn between two cultures. A "hapa" is a term used for people with ancestry partly Asian.
