My Job Is My Own Only Land.

When We Chinese Girls Listened To The Adults Talk-story, We Learned That We Failed If We Grew Up To Be But Wives Or Slaves. We Could Be Heroines, Swordswomen. Even If She Had To Rage Across All China, A Swordswoman Got Even With Anybody Who Hurt Her Family. Perhaps Women Were Once So Dangerous That They Had To Have Their Feet Bound.

Long Ago In China, Knot-makers Tied String Into Buttons And Frogs, And Rope Into Bell Pulls. There Was One Knot So Complicated That It Blinded The Knot-maker. Finally An Emperor Outlawed This Cruel Knot, And The Nobles Could Not Order It Anymore. If I Had Lived In China, I Would Have Been An Outlaw Knot-maker.

I Learned To Make My Mind Large, As The Universe Is Large, So That There Is Room For Paradoxes. Petals Are Bone Marrow; Pearls Come From Oysters. The Dragon Lives In The Sky, Ocean, Marshes, And Mountains; And The Mountains Are Also Its Cranium. Its Voice Thunders And Jingles Like Copper Pans. It Breathes Fire And Water; And Sometimes The Dragon Is One, Sometimes Many.

My Aunt Could Not Have Been The Lone Romantic Who Gave Up Everything For Sex. Women In The Old China Did Not Choose. Some Man Had Commanded Her To Lie With Him And Be His Secret Evil.

In A Time Of Destruction, Create Something: A Poem, A Parade, A Community, A School, A Vow, A Moral Principle; One Peaceful Moment.