Disappearing Lines

Sometimes when I walk into a room

I search for another Asian face 

the contours of our eyes-

monolid and hooded

the object of taunts

slanted eyes 

don’t smile too wide

disappearing lines

lids pulled back 

my cheeks burn hot 

I want to fade away 

How was school today 

my mother asks

every 

day 

Does she notice that I hide behind 

my small brown eyes

inside the silent spaces

of my body’s burden?

Sometimes when I walk into a room

I search for another Asian face-

and when I find her,

I see myself

and I feel less alone.

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