// Amurca//

Family is given 
Friends are chosen. 

And what about the rest of your life? 

Is it all just alcohol, sorrow, and nothingness? 
Relationships that end like a cold war? 
Where no one can be held accountable
Except for paid professionals?  
And even then, who can you really trust?
We’re subject to the scrutiny of the people.
Of others.
To be made to feel like outsiders.  

We’re filling up our capitalistic lives with 
Jewelry, electronics, and celebrity 
When all we need is bread, water, and love 
And maybe a dash of Sriracha.  

This false facade of a “melting pot” 
is really just melting my mind. 
As a contributor in Time put it,
“no rich child left behind.”  

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I went through some of the old stuff and gift with your lovely Chinese handwriting. I used to feel nothing, but now I treasure them all. 

- my mom 

At least she admitted it. I used to sarcastically joke she had a cold heart, because the way she raised me inevitably led me to be a sarcastic troll just to deal with the stress of it all. But at least she admitted that she never appreciated anything I gave her. Not until now. Not until I’m almost gone from her life forever because I am so close to finally being able to file as an independent.