Today, I lost count.
ONE Okinawan—
my grandmother with TWO names:
Yuriko… Mary.
That first name, our shame
over THREE generations
under that shadow.
FOUR decades later
I took my grandmother’s shame
and burnt it to ash.
The name she gave me
has always belonged to her.
My present, her past…
our past, the future.
The new one I hoped to build
was FIVE times brighter
but now my eyes blur.
With SIX Asian women shot
I can’t count my tears.
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