Spring

New York City NY

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Last spring, on March 16th, you held me in your arms as I shivered and wept and you told me that you wouldn’t let anyone harm me. The scary man in Atlanta shot 6 women who look like me. It is almost spring again in Portland, and soon there will be cherry blossoms blooming; lining the sidewalks of our old neighborhood. But the Sakura trees do not belong in Oregon. One hundred trees sent as a gift from Japan. Thirty six hundred Japanese Americans in concentration camps. I woke up alone today. How many times can your heart sink until it leaves you behind? Christina Yuna Lee was followed up six flights of stairs, into her own apartment and stabbed to death. And you are not here to hold me while I cry and knead out the trauma nestled in my flesh. No one was there to protect her. And you told me that you wouldn’t let anyone harm me but you are no longer here.