Raquel Wong ’23
I wish, wish, wish to be fast, racing cousins over grass
I hear’ em calling me a “Slowpoke!”
In the old carriage entering the past
Watching zip liners, oh, what crazy folk
On a family stroll I cannot be last
Paddling past pretty, preening birds in live oaks
Classifying, cataloging, costumes, choreography, and cast
Nearly soaked in the moat I am provoked
Fast balls collide in a clap, a blast
Everything goes in stir fry
Noodles are never too cheesy
Can’t make perfect wonton though I try
But pancakes are always easy
Rice is better than mince pie
We are kings of the world, eating all things leafy
Poor man’s sushi, as good as blue skies
Sages don’t always speak a wiser tone
Their disciples curse in “Uff-das” and “Ai-yahs”
We don’t cheer “SKOL!” in monotone
Xiao-meis order phos
And night owls are never alone
She says, “Time is money” and “Don’t worry, cous”
Norway is a ways away
Never seen Guangdong
Cook the food as they say
Listening while still young
Elders call this child’s play
Learning his mother tongue
Teapot needs a vacation day
I am from people far-flung
