Korean Flower

by Linda Crate

the girl lowers her head

as the man calls her a

japanese lily as if the

only things that can

describe her are the

nation she comes from,

and her beauty; but for

the record she’s korean

not japanese and she

tires of these american

men that cannot or will

not care enough to tell

the difference, she holds

produce in her hands;

ignoring the strong urge

to turn around and slap

him she knows that

would not be good for

her father’s business,

but she hates this man

with his smell of cigars

and booze, pities the

woman that he calls

wife as she notices

the glint of gold on

his finger; and she

continues on with her

work, wondering of

the so called truth of

the american dream.

Linda Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh but raised in the rural town of Conneautville. Her poetry has been featured in various journals such as Magic Cat Press, Black-Listed Magazine, Bigger Stones, and Vintage Poetry. 

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