Yù 

by Samantha Su

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Porcelain

She is a porcelain doll

Blue and white etched into her skin

She is petite

She is exotic

A David Vase

A collectible possessed by a foreign hand

She is silent

A history of resilience is reduced to almond shaped eyes and flowing dark hair

A tiny waist

Her eyes trained to look at the floor, submissive

Eyes she was taught to hate, not wide enough to be beautiful

She is confused

The same voices praising her exotic beauty belittle her with crude slurs

Of geisha girls and fragile china dolls

For the way she speaks her foreign language proudly

For the way her voice rises as she speaks of something she is passionate about

She is chained

A docile concubine bending to the whims of a savior

She exists as they see her, as something for

Themselves

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Jade

She is a jade dragon

Emerald green inherited in her bones

She is strong

She is lucky

A jade pendant

A symbol of love passed down through generations

She is loud

A history of resilience show black hair and almond eyes are not a condemnation

Her armor

Her culture only makes her more beautiful

She is loved

They love her not for the image conjured up in a fairytale

Of dragon ladies and gentle lotus flowers

But for the way she scrunches her nose when writing a paper

For the way her voice rises as she speaks of something she is passionate about

She is free

Not a docile concubine bending to the whims of a savior

She does not need to exist as anything but

Herself