Poem: "香蕉 (Banana)"

how do I remember my parents? 
in white
in yellow
looking at me inside/outside when I am passed to 
and away from them
last Chinese uncle squeezes my arm on the merry go like he doesn’t want to let go
eventually, he goes
and I cry so much then that I can’t now

school squeezes the Mandarin out of me
and I learn to stop screaming,
to keep my hands clasped,
exchanging noise for a cookie and a toy
she grew up spoiled, they sigh.

not yet ruined or thrown out,
I can still be used, to be peeled 
and made white again 

sometimes I hear leaves and ache
to float over an ocean
and be unspoiled

by Beata Garrett

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