15.09.08
i write to fight
the injustices committed unto myself
by embarrassed girls with ponytail curls
by the dusk-covered stars in the overcast sky
by the weeping nights under unlit lights
i write to fight
the injustices committed unto myself
by long pickup lines at the security checkpoint
by the crime patrol in [my] western Seoul
by the don’s loan shark and the devil’s car park
i write to fight
the injustices committed unto myself
by hot rain and wet snow
by the oxy pills and fire drills in fairless hills
by the longstanding tradition to do or die–
and the oft-picked do
i write to fight
the injustices committed unto myself
by the one who calls himself
me.
but the question remains:
why fight?