Prose
Salem Dinh people call me a pushover more than they say my name, judging me for my lack of confrontation or my need to get what they call closure. what they don’t know, though, are all the times my dad pushed me over. what they can’t answer is
Prose
Vien Santiago FOR THE LOVERS (regardless of who you love, but especially for those who love all) NOTE TO THE READER: The italicized sections are meant to be a story that can be read on its own, the non-italicized sections are the true stories that inspire the story. Please enjoy
Personal Narrative
Hannah Govan “One braised pork pho and one Vietnamese coffee, please.” It’s Tuesday and I had a counseling appointment. I chose the seat nearest the exit to feel the haunting closeness of a corner; I wanted to sense my back not quite reaching the boundary two walls would meet.
Prose
Vien Santiago a collection of conversations I’ve picked up on during my hectic days “You don’t have to make it perfect, you know?” “Yeah, I know.” “Then why are you doing just that?” “Because that’s just what I do.” “Do you wanna sit down for a second?
Poetry
Ayako Kiyota Wish one word. one’s dreams. one’s longings. My own wishes; my precious wishes. Don’t tell your wishes or else they won’t come true… …maybe that’s why I stay silent about my wishes. In my younger years, I would wish for the simplest of
Poetry
Salem Dinh growing up, me and me only ever spoke on one day: sundays. on the drive home from church, we would go to the sam's club 5 minutes away from our abode. we would feast. leading up to the day, mẹ always had a clouded look in
Prose
Ayako Kiyota *Prose in poetic tone about being afraid of love in all forms (romantic, family, etc) *Prose in poetic tone about being afraid of love in all forms (romantic, family, etc) Love is fragile, Delicate, gentle, beautiful, tender… Desire… Dream… Diminish. I cannot fathom love. No bounds nor judgment;
From poetry, opinion pieces, and prose, Dear Asian Youth's Literature shows a wide array of content ranging from topics on Asian Identity, Pop Culture and Current Events.
Emily Chen Many, if not all of us, are children of immigrants and yet many of us are quick to forget to care for our elders in our pursuit of the American dream. Our aging community of elders resign themselves to the dangers of living life on our side-walk, and
Jessica Liu When my parents were living together for their very first year after immigrating to the United States in 2001, they witnessed 9/11 from a city just 4 hours of a drive away from them. Although I wasn’t alive yet, I’d always absentmindedly wondered if seeing
Salem Dinh in vietnamese, mỹ trắng means white american. growing up, i thought it meant american because we weren’t american. americans don’t eat what we ate. the dining table was filled with an array of foods and rich smells. different meats and soups left no space for the
Hannah Govan The following piece may contain spoilers for any books mentioned. “We can go to Waterstones, your favorite bookstore!” There were two key pillars that my parents and I almost always visited during our outings around the southwest of England like an unspoken checklist and an increasing tally no
Authors' Note: This piece was co-authored between Uzayer Masud, a DAY team member based in Bangladesh, and Parveen Kaur Mundi, DAY’s Vice President. The date of writing was prior to the recent development of Sheikh Hasina’s resignation and the dissolution of the parliament. The authors stress this