i release my chignon
by pulling the binyeo
at the beat of the tambores
as i dance with bare feet
my blood sings
orchestrated with a daegeum
accompanied by the guitarrón
to a unique rhythm to which only i rejoice
a collision of east and west
passionate and fierce
that wasn't welcomed as such
yet i repeat
that my blood sings
it sings in trot
it sings norteñas
it bellows in satoori, it chants in rarámuri
look at me as i bend and twirl
to the sound of the maracas, to the beat of the buk
mexicana
한국인
my roots are planted across two hemispheres
a sturdy tree
with an intoxicating fruit
