We work too hard.
We’re too tired
To fall in love.
Therefore we must
Overthrow the government.

We work too hard.
We’re too tired
To overthrow the government.
Therefore we must
Fall in love.

Rod Smith

Because I am their daughter my body is not mine.
I was raised like fruit, unpeeled & then peeled. Raised
to bleed in some man’s bed. I was given my name
& with it my instructions. Pure. Pure.

& is it wasted on me? Every moment I do not touch
myself, every moment I leave my body on its back
to be a wife while I go somewhere above the room.

I return to the soil & search. I know it’s there. Buried
shallow, wrapped in rags dark with old & forgotten rust,
their discarded part.
Buried without ceremony,
buried like fallen seeds.

I wonder about the trees: Date palms veined
through the fruit with the copper taste of cutting.
Guavas that, when slit, purple dark as raw meat.

I have to wonder, of course, about the blood orange, about the pomegranate, splayed open, like something that once was alive & remains.

Safia Elhillo

I strongly agree with the conservative justices on college admissions. Race should not play a role in education. All kids deserve an equal opportunity. They can’t be discriminated for their race. What Harvard had done to Asian-American students was discrimination and shameful. By helping one race and hurting another, Harvard has put an end to affirmative action.

The admissions processes at George Mason University have not considered race as a factor since 2007. Read the university’s statement regarding the Supreme Court’s decision on college admissions.

Ngày thứ sáu lại đến. Sau ngày làm việc hôm nay, ngày mai đi biển Wildwood một tuần. Lần đi nghỉ mát này chỉ riêng gia đình nhỏ thôi. Đi đông cũng vui nhưng cũng có cái buồn. Tụi nhỏ tụ tập lại xem iPad hay chơi game. Rất khó khăn tách rời bọn nó ra khỏi máy vi tính.

Tôi không muốn con mình đi vacation mà vẫn chỉ ngồi trong nhà trọ. Nếu chỉ chơi game thôi thì cần gì phải đi xa, mướn nhà cho tốn tiền. Ở nhà chơi được rồi. Con mình thì mình dễ nói. Con người khác mình đâu thể nào nói được. Thôi thì cứ để mặc tụi nó chơi từ sáng sớm lúc mở mắt đến khuya lúc đi ngủ.

Tôi cũng chẳng hứng thú làm gì khác ngoài vô phòng nằm đọc sách. Hy vọng lần này sẽ lôi tụi nó đi tắm biển, đạp xe, đi skatepark, và viếng thăm những nơi lân cận.

Càng ngày tụi nhỏ càng bị lún sâu vào thế giới điện tử mà không thể nào kéo ra được. Dường như bây giờ là chuyện bình thường mà cha mẹ phải chấp nhận nhưng tôi vẫn luôn lo sợ tụi nó sẽ bỏ hết các môn học, thể thao, và các sở thích khác và chỉ tập trung vào thế giới mạng.

Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamers,
Bring me all of your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.

Langston Hughes

I am so glad that Xuân chose to join the swim team this summer. He didn’t do so well in his first competition because he kept looking over the other lanes to see where the other kids were at. I reminded him to focus on his own lane and to get to the finish line first. He seemed to take my advice on his first freestyle competition and he finished first.

This seven-year-old kid is a true athletic. From ice skating to skiing to scootering to swimming, he just puts his heart into and does it. He likes to play video games as much as his older brothers, but he also continues to be active. I really hope that he will stick with swimming. I don’t need him to be great. I just want him to stay active. In my book, he is already already a swimming star.

Females rappers exploit sex as well. Hood Hottest Princess is Sexyy Red’s soundtrack to PornHub videos. Back up by pounding productions, Red gets freaky and filthy as fuck on “Mad At Me,” “Strictly for the Strippers,” and “Pound Town 2” with Nicki Minaj. No crime in that, I suppose. Most of her lyrics are too explicit to be quoted, but I find her some of punchlines hilarious. On “I’m The Shit,” she talks shit, “Bitch, you ain’t tough, I’ll slap you in the head / How you sleepin’ on me? You ain’t even got a bed.”

Someone spoke to me last night,
told me the truth. Just a few words,
but I recognized it.
I knew I should make myself get up,
write it down, but it was late,
and I was exhausted from working
all day in the garden, moving rocks.
Now, I remember only the flavor —
not like food, sweet or sharp.
More like a fine powder, like dust.
And I wasn’t elated or frightened,
but simply rapt, aware.
That’s how it is sometimes —
God comes to your window,
all bright light and black wings,
and you’re just too tired to open it.

Dorianne Laux

Jim Jones, a Vietnam combat veteran who served 12 years as a justice on the Idaho Supreme Court, opines:

[Leonard] Leo has not overlooked other members of the SCOTUS. majority, making perks available through affiliates, such as Scalia Law, George Mason University’s law school in Virginia, and other gatherings where the justices can rub elbows with conservative business titans.

In his Pulitzer Prize winning memoir, Stay True, Hua Hsu writes (p.15):

Opium Wars devastated southeastern China, right around the time when cheap labor was needed in the American West. In the 1840s and 1850s, shiploads of Chinese men left the war-torn Guangdong province for the U.S., lured by promises of work. They laid railroad tracks, mined gold, and went wherever they were needed. Yet this was the limit of their mobility. Sequestered in the cities’ most run-down districts by byzantine legal codes and social pressure-and without the means (and sometimes desire) to return home-they began building self-sustained Chinatowns to feed, protect, and care for one another. By the 1880s, the American economy no longer needed cheap foreign labor, resulting in exclusionary policies that limited Chinese immigration for decades.

These dynamics of push and pull were still in play when the Immigration Act of 1965 relaxed restrictions on entry from Asia, at least for people who might have something concrete to contribute to American society. There was a perception among policy makers that America was losing the science and innovation side of the cold war, so the country welcomed grad students like my parents. And who knew what the future held in Taiwan? In the New World, things seemed in a constant ascent. My parents weren’t drawn to the United States by any specific dream, just a chance for something different. Even then, they understood that American life is unbounded promise and hypocrisy, faith and greed, new spectrums of joy and self-doubt, freedom enabled by enslavement. All of these things at once.