On Becoming American
By Shakira Andrea Sison I learned early on that I could never be American. I knew I could never tell the story of having
Sometimes I write. All other times, I create.
By Shakira Andrea Sison I learned early on that I could never be American. I knew I could never tell the story of having
Of course I’ve severed./
And more quickly, I’ve burned,/
finding the gaps more easily filled/
than its connections appeased/
or learned./
By Shakira Andrea Sison If you hear silence, then you have been rejected a hundredfold. The person you desire has shown your glaring insignificance by
Stop sanitizing your love, dulling its razor edges and insteadpresenting a safe sphere of promises you can’t keep. Don’t bore mewith talk of the universe
When it comes down to it/
I would like to sit with love,/
have tea with it and discuss/
the ethics of ball fields or/
the details of a full-body photo/
of a woman of power/
in the Times./
“Ten times a day something happens to me like this – some strengthening throb of amazement – some good sweet empathic ping and swell. This