My Real-Life Superhero

           Normally, people would think that she should wear some kind of white dressing gown with a huge cross symbol on it and she would be standing behind an enormous wooden podium while droning on and on about scriptures in the bible. However, of course, she wasn’t like that. She came in with jeans, a regular t-shirt, and an excited smile. “Okay, children! Are you ready for this?” she yelled with her hands flying in the air. We, children, were astounded by her entrance. At first it was a little awkward when she began talking unsteadily because she was pretty nervous; however, even the teachers and children were all shaking in their boots. The teachers wondered, “Will she be a good enough pastor? She’s so young.” The children wondered, “Is she going to be boring? Will she be mean? This is the worst case, but is she going to be crazy?” As she went along, she got used to the flow and led us to follow the current. After that, she smiled even wider and it really looked like she had fun speaking to us up there.
          I think, right then and there, I developed a liking towards her. She didn’t talk about things we kids didn’t care about. She knew that children understood more and that adults underestimated us, so she didn’t teach us the baby stuff. She talked about living life; she gave sermons about being innocent and free. Most of all, it was her smile that caught me captive. She was just emitting so much light and glee that I felt it and began grinning along with her; it was too contagious. Even though there were many sad and stressing problems that she had, she never stopped smiling and she always tried her best to make other people happy along with her.

Ms. Jennifer Kim (Jendo) is this very tiny and petite Asian woman. She doesn’t have large muscles or is very tall, but she is a very strong hero. Whether it’s when she’s herding a pack of church children to the cafeteria, distributing food to the homeless, hugging the orphans, giving a piece of her heart to the prostitutes in India, singing and dancing along with the Africans, making bread for the starving North Koreans, washing and praying over somebody’s feet, or just sharing her very touching and personal life story, she shows signs of being an amazing person and role model; she looks as though the definition of strength has nothing to do with physical appearances and the word ‘weak’ was a long forgotten word.  She taught me that everybody, even someone small and unsignificant like me, can make a difference for what they have a heart for. 

She is Beautiful

“She is beautiful,” I thought as I fixed her hair tie because sometimes they don’t like it when the girls’ hair is messy. The man checked her measurements and asked about her health. I assured him she was young and spirited. He liked that. He looked at her with satisfaction. I liked that. I was so happy when I found out about her. “This is a blessing for our family.” My husband said. He was proud of me. I was proud of myself. My daughter held my hand and smiled as wide as Kool-aid Man. She was happy. She received a lot of attention today because today was special. She wore makeup. She wore ‘grown-up’ clothes that her father spent a lot of money on, but it was okay because she would be able to pay for it back. She felt special. I handed her hand over to the man. He handed me the payment. I waved goodbye to her. “She really is beautiful,” I thought to myself again. 

Some Things that only the Closest Person to you Does

Some things that only the closest person to you does-

1.    You’d always pray on your knees that you would be put into the same class as that person

2.    Your teacher would put you and that person on opposite sides of the class because you and that person wouldn’t stop talking

3.    You and that person got sent to the principal’s office because you guys did something really stupid like walk in the hallways during lunch when you weren’t supposed to and talk really loudly in the hallways right in front of the principal

4.     You have slept on the same bed with that person for at least ten times

5.     That person writes the longest comment on your wall for your birthday

6.     That person comments on every single thing you post on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, etc

7.     That person would spam almost everything you have (including omelets)

8.     You and that person have your own inside jokes that would take at least the same amount of time it would take for a person’s yell to heat up a cup of coffee (which is eight years, seven months, and six days)

9.      That person could walk into the bathroom, even though you’re either on the toilet or in the shower, and can still brush his/her teeth nonchalantly and you wouldn’t care at all.

10.  That person would be the first person you’d text message if your mom got into car accident either because of old women who can’t drive for their life and should be put in a retirement home, or someone who hated your mom and put a firecracker in her car.

11.  You can call that person at any time of the day, even though it could mean waking them up at 4:00 in the morning for something as stupid as asking them if they were sleeping okay or just saying that you were bored and needed someone to talk to.

12.  You can ask or that person can ask you for incredibly awkward embarrassing favors and you or that person wouldn’t even blink an eye and say, “Sure, whatever.”

13.  Conversations you have with this person are ones you can never have with another person (even if that person copied everything in his/her brain, downloaded it onto a chip, and implanted that chip in another person, so that everything that person ever thought, heard, saw, or said is in another person’s brain)

14.  You can koala bear hug this person and no one would find it strange (unless you koala bear hug everyone because then you are strange)

15.  That person would be your first victim for April Fool’s Day and you would be their first

16.  The only reason why that person wouldn’t be around you is if that person either got hit by a bus or was sent to the moon by mind controlling aliens and or by geeky NASA scientists who couldn’t get anyone else to go.

Introduce Yourself

J. J. is a stellar slut selling stuff solidly. She is the answer to world peace. She is the reason why spaghetti falls off of forks. She was close to becoming Mo jo jo jo from the “Power Puff Girls”. Her favorite fruit are ostrich eggs. She cries silently into her pillow when she sees the sun come out of hiding. When she was younger she put her finger an electric socket. She died the next day because she stupidly put her finger in an electric socket. She revived from the dead, although the dumbass put her finger in an electric socket. She doesn’t know why she keeps on saying that she put her finger in an electric socket. She didn’t actually write this bio because she sucks at writing… To sum it all up, J is a girl that likes to write, to have fun, and occasionally lie to her readers.

Silver With Envy

The day was dull until the door shot open. She ran towards me. She sat down. Took a breath. Told me she had big news to tell. I looked at the family photo behind her. Two proud parents. But they weren’t looking at me. She came first. I glanced back at her. Because if I didn’t, she’d whine. She wore an ebony black sweatshirt that day, and a bright white smile. I nodded. She launched. Her arms were not hanging, limp, lifeless at her sides. Nor crossed across her chest like mine. But active and expressive as she explained what had happened today. Her fingers squirmed. Wriggling like the live octopus legs I one time had at a sushi restaurant. They acted as though by moving as much as possible would somehow save them from being eaten. Her legs swung, back and forth. The same tempo as this annoying metronome I used for one clarinet lesson. I smiled slightly. She showcased a piece of paper that represented her achievement. Her ‘great’ feat was silver. I scoffed. Her silver couldn’t afford my praises. Not gold? I asked. I thought just because you tie a pretty ribbon on trash doesn’t make it special. Just because there were words like ‘NASA’ and ‘national competition’ doesn’t mean you’re some kind of genius. Just because mom and dad looks only at you doesn’t mean you’re gold. And I’m silver. She wore an ebony black sweatshirt that day, and an ebony black frown to match.

Ode to Red Velvet Cupcakes

Glance at it

Want it

You know you shouldn’t have it

So turn away

Yet look again

It’s as pretty as a blushing bride

Dressed in white

Something borrowed

Something new

Something old

Something of red hue

Grab it

Pop it

Won’t taste red

Would taste chocolate

Venture further

Light and airy

Almost like bubbles

It crumbles
Onto the floor

So we eat it

Off of the floor

But it’s fine

Let them eat red velvet cupcake

Thoughts for today

The bed creaks at night.

I tossed and turned

Just like I did

When I made spaghetti

One night at home.

Spaghetti and meatballs.

Meatballs sound so good right now.

Especially the ones from IKEA.

My sister spent a lot of time there.

Looking at furniture,

Comparing prices.

When before we just

Bought what we wanted.

Buying things.

Shopping seems like

Every single woman’s favorite hobby

Right next to flirting.

I don’t flirt.

But I do love grocery shopping.

Does that count?

Others say it doesn’t.

Some people still count

Tibet as part of China.

So I guess

I could be considered a woman.

It just depends on

What side of the border you’re on.

Tibet.

Mom’s going to Tibet.

Abandoning my younger sister in Korea

In order to ‘find herself’.

Never in her life

Has my sister been

Left behind in a foreign country before.

I’m pretty sure she’ll get used to it.

We all had to.

I just hope my sister doesn’t

Fall off a cliff over there.

Like I almost did.

Cliff hanger.

I hope this poem doesn’t end in-