Shantih Journal 3.1 - Page 19

Ching Chong Chinaman Ching Chong Chinaman Ching Chong Chinaman Those were the days unfiltered – hissy, jagged, cruel. Skulking in the shadows, they now snarl back around. So she walks, she keeps walking like always, eyes steadied forward and clear slanted and smartened at every street corner, the way whispers how to best go: Flow kindness to all outcast Others. Stand with souls to keep their bones whole. Raise fist as required. Welcome the stranger at the end of the block with words that heal, not bleed. 19