Under the rising sun
The enemy came
Wearing my face.
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Eh, Jap!
It claws my spine,
Tearing skin.
It enters my body
To devour who I am.
I spit it out! Bull’s-eye!
So what do you do
With “Eh, Jap!”
On your face?
from my Echoes of Kapoho: A Memoir
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