Self-publishing poem

Fortune Cookies 

By: Mia Zhang 

When i was small 

A fortune cookie was a trick 

A trick made by my father's quick hands

I wondered the piece of paper inside the cookie

But not the meaning of the line

Why? Because it tastes good

When i grow up

The taste did not change

But the meaning of the line changed

Does the cookie know? No 

Do i believe in! Yes

Other than the line

I start wondering about the number

Sitting quietly on the back of the piece of paper

I think they are different kinds of fortune

Once upon a time

A seventy-five years old lady 

Cracked open a random fortune cookie 

She opened the cookie

The fortune slipped to her palm

She entered the number for lottery

Guess what? She got a million fortunes

Link to my self-pulishing poem video

http://youtu.be/xsHyoghIdFk

Your Hair

Your hair sometimes smells like a rose garden with blooming roses

Like a candy store

With sweet lolipop

A bakery

With freshly baked cookies

A mixture of different perfumes

Like Early morning grass

A cup of water

An expired oil

A feral cat

With stinky fur 

Like a burning hay on the field 

Like an over baked cake

With strawberry topping

Like a pot of herbs 

In a traditional Chinese way

A cup of coffee

With no sugar 

A few drops of concentrated valilna 

In a well beaten egg white

Your hair sometimes feel like a bunch of dry hay

A bunch of fluff 

From a new born sheep

A piece of silk 

With small joints

A baby's hair 

Your hair sometimes looks like a nest

With some obvious weeds

Like a dark brown mushroom 

An uneven fence 

With black paint

Waves of ocean 

Willows in the park 

Like a warm winter hat 

That protects your ears in the harsh winter

Unchanged Everything

(Poetry Reflection on "The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos William)

So much depends upon

An unchanged love

With a wounded heart

Suffering in the beautiful memory