Angry Asian Woman
Poem by Christopher Patrick Nelson

I, I, I
Saw her toss her
Sharp-tipped tongue at her son,
Saw her flash her
Glance like daggers at the man she bore,
Beheld him
Huddle, stoop, flinch,
Saw her passion pierce,
Vietnamese.

Before,
In the red and white emergency room,
A white-skinned girl of the East
Streaked with blood
Filed no charges,
Said Yes I Understand,
Got a nurse to nurse her wounds,
And went home with the husband who hurt her.

But aye –
The blades of her anger,
The stiletto dignity of this
42-year-old
Viet Nam Mama
Shine like knives.

Aye.

Asian culture

Cuts both ways.

 

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