poetry

Tea Party

Posted on 2020-03-282020-07-13 by Kendra Migita

I wrote this poem during my high school days when I was in my third depression, and when I found what an incredible healing tool writing could be. The 14th stanza (I’ve put it in bold.) has become a mantra for me when life splits at the seams.

(Woab! I just had a metacognition flash typing that paragraph: The act of finding something beautiful in a terrible time reflects the poem’s message itself. I found writing in my depression. [Oh, the isometric beauty!])

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CaucAsian

Posted on 2020-02-132020-04-22 by Kendra Migita

Sometimes you are American.

Sometimes you are Japanese.

Sometimes you are somewhere in between.

And whether you are yellow, white, or a touch of cream,

You are just the way God wants you to be.

My children, you are not “half” for you are lacking nothing. You are double.

The McDonald’s House

Faded French fry walls
Bargain ketchup colored floors
Still, I am grateful

Into Something

Future, Potential
They are both the same, nothing
Actions make them real

Itadakimasu いただきます

Not a mixed salad
Sometimes not a melting pot
We are scrumptious stew