‘How is your Chinese?’
So small I felt in that moment
Like one question could possibly
Unravel my entire identity
Unravel my insides that are supposed to keep me steady
A hot white spotlight shone down on me
Only to reveal that I was
F is for failure, that I know for sure
As Mulan once sang
Who's that girl I see, staring straight back at me?
I whisper that to my reflection
And wait anxiously for silence
But she calmly replies
I am a Wong.