Canto Cutie - Volume 3
Curated by Katherine Leung Edited by G and Tsz Kam Featuring the work of: Sally Chen | New York, USA Wandy Cheng | Toronto, Canada Cheng Tim Tim | Hong Kong Atom Cheung | Hong Kong Brenda Chi | Los Angeles, USA Brandon Chu | Hong Kong Adrienne Hugh | Hong Kong icylevs | San Diego, USA Tsz Kam | Austin, USA Kar | London, UK Steven Kin | Detroit, USA Cherie Kwok | Birmingham, UK Pamela Kwong | New York, USA Julie Lai | Hong Kong Karen Kar Yen Law | Toronto, Canada Lauren Man | Hong Kong Karon Ng | London, UK Misato Pang | St. Louis, USA PÚCA | Waterford City, Ireland Kristie Song | Irvine, USA Megan SooHoo | Los Angeles, USA J. Hyde T. | New York, USA Christina Young | New York, USA 莉子 | Hong Kong
Curated by Katherine Leung
Edited by G and Tsz Kam
Featuring the work of:
Sally Chen | New York, USA
Wandy Cheng | Toronto, Canada
Cheng Tim Tim | Hong Kong
Atom Cheung | Hong Kong
Brenda Chi | Los Angeles, USA
Brandon Chu | Hong Kong
Adrienne Hugh | Hong Kong
icylevs | San Diego, USA
Tsz Kam | Austin, USA
Kar | London, UK
Steven Kin | Detroit, USA
Cherie Kwok | Birmingham, UK
Pamela Kwong | New York, USA
Julie Lai | Hong Kong
Karen Kar Yen Law | Toronto, Canada
Lauren Man | Hong Kong
Karon Ng | London, UK
Misato Pang | St. Louis, USA
PÚCA | Waterford City, Ireland
Kristie Song | Irvine, USA
Megan SooHoo | Los Angeles, USA
J. Hyde T. | New York, USA
Christina Young | New York, USA
莉子 | Hong Kong
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The basement.
45th Avenue.
My home.
Where four families shared a two bedroom,
They all chipped in for their first trophy.
American.
But if you’re asking where I’m really from,
I guess my answer is
I’m really from the Transcontinental Railroad,
Where my great great grandfather’s blood and sweat are drenched
into the tracks of this land,
Just to be confined to the streets of
San Francisco.
Chinatown.
Unless of course,
He had dry-cleaning in his hands.
I’m really from Angel Island,
Where my great grandfather was held, for months
In a cell, with fifty other men.
Carving vertical lines into the walls, to count
The number of days it has been.
All waiting for interrogation, questions
“How many windows are in the place that you lived in?”
A moment of silence for those who didn’t make it out at the end.
I’m really from 媽 Ma,
Who at Twenty-three,
Left dancing, singing, dreams, dignity,
In exchange for Twenty US Dollars
And a Chinese to English dictionary.
I’m really from Her.
Who at Twenty-three,
Took a job as a maid,
With the hope that life could be made, for Me.
It has been forty years.
Forty years of lost dignity.
I’m really from my name 飛 Fei, to Fly,
Where Ma’s aspirations are channeled in me to soar, high. Masked
by an American name to save me
My dignity of the mispronunciation of My identity.
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