It is because I had so much joy that I came to have so much hate.
I have always known a thing before it happens.
And below the heimongmong, all along the ground, were weeds already spilling out over the edges, running wild in every direction.
Even though I was young, I could see the pain of the flesh and the worth of the pain.
I discovered that maybe it was fate all along, that faith was just an illusion that somehow you're in control.
We are lost, she and I, unseen and not seeing, unheard and not hearing, unknown by others.
For unlike my mother, I did not believe I could be anything I wanted to be. I could only be me.
In America nobody says you have to keep the circumstances somebody else gives you.