UFOs Over China

We are aliens when drifted overseas;
So like youth in Asia, you are foreign to me.
Gone you are, from familiar home country,
And gone you are too, from life in captivity.

I wonder sometimes, if euthanasia frees,
Because right and wrong can be hard to see.
For our youth, there is right in humanity,
But there is wrong too, as we live subjectively.

I’ve stood on this land since I was three,
And they’ve fed me my share of negativity,
Between bites of rice and bok choy leaves,
Until I begged, “No more!” and ate broccoli.

UFOs over China are not Chinese–
To stand on land does not mean nationality.
They are strangers, who somehow have keys,
And neighbours see them as infectious disease.

Appraisal is arbitrary upon what we perceive;
X is X until we pass the threshold for Z.
We all do it to make judgments of ease,
While believing our assumptions are guarantees.

Rules are guidelines, like grandma’s recipes.
I make my cheesecakes with matcha green tea,
And rice cakes with syrup of the maple variety.
Like food of fusion, I am an amalgamated me.

Diseases can be overcome by building antibodies,
And foreigners seem less foreign if they know the ABCs.
Time and effort can cure, with help of diplomacy–
Until everybody can pass the threshold of XYZ.

UFOs Over China.//.10.17.10.//.Carma C.