imposing unfreedom in the name of freedom

is dripping with hipocrisy
and I am speaking of and from many places
the ban on burqa in France
the communist name calling in Little Saigon
the we are a country of free religion but our president has to be Christian  US
the if your husband cheats on you you need to be a better woman Vietnam

hypocrisy has no boundaries
the true transnational, international, globalized phenomenon
an euphemism for the prevailing, continuing, overwhelming
patriarchal, sexist, racist global society we call the civilized world
and they would tell me I need to calm down

when my tears fall down I am too emotional
when I scream in protest I am unreasonable
when I say it's wrong I am not logical

but since when is telling people they have only
one way to live
or one way to love
or one way to be
freedom

SF week 1: Where is the bus stop

Being in a new city means figuring out the way to go around, the joy of getting lost and finding new places. It took me half an hour and almost 5 minutes on the phone with the San Francisco Muni to figure out where I would find the bus back to my place, with 2 grocery bags in hand, mind you. So yes, it is right there, at the corner of the street, next to the 2 trash cans, on the street lamp. Go figure!

...

Sometimes I wonder if I have gone too far
from their arms
from their sight
a person becoming a shadow in their mind
For all the steps I have taken
have I cut myself off
slowly
drop by drop of blood getting thinner
piece by piece of flesh becoming strangers
the absence getting filled up
everyday
memories with no re-eneactment
fragments of images
fading
and I wonder...