Contributors * more photos to appear soon

Contributors * more photos to appear soon
Christy Namee Eriksen, kim thompson, Jon Schill

Saturday, August 21, 2010

my people

* note this is just a first draft and its saturday here in seoul but im posting this for my thursday poem... ive not been writing these past weeks cuz words are stirring in me... this is only a draft its not complete...

- kim

my people

im your people

who exactly are MY people?

the ones with tans who know that theres a dolphin you can eat

and sand crabs you can catch in paper cups

and that worth avenue used to be the place for drugs?

who know that cobbler goes with breakfast

and the grits demand a pool of butter?

who remember polyster blues

and yellow carded tallies?

the ones who know that svyturys is the best

and that the real reason that 1492 matters is cuz its when

stiegl was first produced?

the ones who know the weight of a quid in their hand?

the ones who know a jordie from a manky?

my people?

im your people?

who exactly are my people?

the ones who love their PBR and premo

who call a casserole a hot dish

who are wedge organic?

who sit on stoops

and know what -50 F windchill feels like?

the ones who express through words

through body language gestures

who know the warmth of the light

shining from above

filling your very soul and being

as you do the thing you were born to do?

who understand when i say

"i miss the light"

my people?

you mean the south?

you mean the midwest?

you mean all the crevices of europe?

you mean the bus riders in merida?

my people?

you mean the ones who raised me?

the ones i do love?

the ones in oregon with the most beautiful garden in the world?

my people?

im one of you?

you mean the ones who flaunt rainbows like a flood just ended?

you mean the ones who cry out for equality?

im of of your people?

my people?

who exactly are my people?

the ones who live here

who look like ones from my other life?

the ones who fail to see that

theyre descended of the ones who created that line of divide between a people?

the ones who think they know

just because its been years?

but still walk with a swagger like this is theirs?

but we speak the same

and dress the same

and they brag of their prowress

telling me my people do not sweat

as my shirt is drenched in summer's humid heat

or you mean

my people


the ones i see each day

whom i cannot speak to

beyond head nods and

nervous mispronunciations

and confident askings for "mul' and "hana soju ju saeyo"

the ones who turned their backs on our mothers?

who push us to learn faster than we can?

who turn us into high ratings tv shows

and tell us how we're bitter

the ones whose acceptance of me

changes me

makes me better

makes me stronger?

my body is of this place

my blood is of this place

my entire dna was split in 45 degrees parallel

when my people sent me to those who say im their people now

my people?

im your people?

im one of you?

im yours?

we're the same?

only people that i can truly claim

are 200.000 others

some lost

some found

some somewhere inbetween trying to still find their people

kim thompson. 16.56 21 aug 2010 seoul, s.korea

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