Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2017 | Page 154

A Difference Sense of Freedom
Delia School of Canada, Lyu , Zhengan - 17
I’m buried in layers of expectation, layers of tradition
I’m pinned on the rusty nail board
I’m hidden behind the shadows of abustle and dazzling Shanghai
I cannot move, I cannot think
I cannot even catch my breath
If I were a falcon, I never flew pass the high Oriental Pearl TV Tower
If I were a fish, I would be trapped in the glass bowl
I strongly know I was not born to learn Kung fu
To live as a Chinese boy
To carry on bloodline
I’m a lost star
Trying to light up the dark
Searching for meaning
Defeated by reality
Tears stream down my round, yellow face
Dampen my dark-grey Chinese tunic suit
Awakening the embroidered dragon
My heart weeps silently loud
I’m burning in the deep