“China” by Lucy Li

by Lucy Li ’22

You, my mother, wearing a red dress,
are dancing on the stage of history.

Your hair turns grey;
you become pale and weak.

You’ve been appreciated,
admired by others;
You’ve been frustrated,
bullied by one after another.

You, my mother, breed countless children;
they are all your rising stars.
But now they are addicted to your dress, your glorious sway.

Look into their eyes,
there is blood, ignorance, confusion, war…
and love.