002: Reimagining

Axis Overturned

This piece is by Megan Wray, a 20 year old mixed race Japanese-Canadian (hapa) woman. Over the past year, she has worked hard on reconnecting with her cultural identity that had been diminished after her grandma was interned during WWII. Through writing poetry, she finds herself able to connect with the deepest part of her and shares her discovery with others fighting the same battle.


i am safe. 

the bombs never hit my first cousin

twice removed

twice terrified

twice stripped of colour in her now ghostly face

i am safe

from the locked doors on gates of camps

dimly lit walls of dampened shacks

shackled to the feet of the other

to whom i am reflected against

but one is in yards

while one is in barns

but i am awake

and the nightmare stops

where i am safe

from tokens 

and types

and racial jokes of falling pans

and facial skin pulled by hands

i am free

from fear of falling shards

and shrapnel

and boxes shoved to me by sergeants

telling me to fit what i can while i still have a chance

and i can’t feel the fabric against my skin

because it’s no longer metaphorical

and my identity is no longer numerical

i am not a digit

of how many of us were there

how many of us are still here

and the boxes are just flower beds

sitting in my grandmothers driveway

and the flowers keep growing

and i keep growing

and i have no wounds

no diasporic fears

and i am safe

and i am here

and none of us disappeared.