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Poems by Mona

by Mona Zhao

 

 Breakthrough (refers to The House on Mango Street)

              I picked a clover yesterday.
           Mama said it'll bring good luck and,
                     happiness.
              I planted by my window,
                      it died.
             My name is like a muddy color,
                    sad and dull
                 so is my indoor clover
                Waiting for Esperanza to
                    Breakthrough.
                                             ~Mona Zhao

                      Evanescence

                    Flowers are Love,
                 like years of Memories.
                                             ~Mona Zhao

                         I am       (refers to World War 1, from the perspective of the” poison gas”)

I am a blade, a breath that can slit your throat

I wonder where I am from, Where will I go?

I hear screaming, crying, and drowning in crimson regrets

I see the requiem for the lost ones

I am a blade, a breath that can slit your throat

 

I pretend I am a savior

I feel the touch of heaven, the tears of death

I touch the soldiers that have died for their country

I worry for their families

I cry for the battle in the graveyard

I am a blade, a breath that can slit your throat

 

I understand that I am” poison gas” that all is fear

I say “How unlucky we are”

I dream one day, I will be forgotten

I try to save this cruel war

I hope now to cease to exist

I am a blade, a breath that can slit your throat

                                                                 ~Mona Zhao