2Poetry assignment on nostalgia for english. I decided to do some crappy little half assed deep sounding poem on my "adventures" in chinatown and my moms constant fussing over me.
Chinatown
My mother moves
From one rickety wooden stand to another
Calling for me to hurry, and
Speaking quickly to the shop owners
In the candent gibberish
That I have come to know as Vietnamese
My nose wrinkles
It stinks here
The smell of garbage and decay
Seeming to emanate
From everywhere
In this grime covered world
I stare at some men
In threadbare windbreakers
Blue gray smoke
Twining around there heads like snakes
My mother pulls me away
before they see me gawking
We walk to the car quickly
My mother glancing
constantly over her shoulder
I'm more interested in the feel
Of hot air spewing into my face
As the bus whizzes past
I hear her scream
For me to get away from the curb
And I wonder
What she is so afraid of
I'm not going anywhere
Not yet