Poems

Boxes

I’m trapped feel trapped in a box
 There’s no way out
 There’s a door but it’s locked
 I’m filled with doubt
 I need to get out
 Let me spread my wings
 There’s no correct route
 The silence still rings
 People will leave
 And people will go
 But I’m trapped in this box
 And no one will know

What is your Problem

What is your problem
 With the color of my skin
 It is different than yours
 You act like that’s sin
 “Racism was long ago”
 “Leave it behind us”
 You say this to me
 Then blame me for a virus
 What is your problem
 What did I do
 I may not be from here
 But neither are you

Who Do You See

What do I wear
 How should I do my hair
 So much to decide
 But do I really care?
 Who do I dress for
 Is it me or is it you
 All of these choices
 I don’t know what to do
 What do you like
 Versus what I prefer
 No matter what I do
 You will only see her

Lauren is a regular contributor for The Universal Asian. To learn more about her, check out her Contributor’s Page here.