My Take On Chinese New Year Poem by Zhang Yi Wei

I hate Chinese New Year.
I hate it.
I hate it so much.

I love my culture.
I am proud that I am Chinese.
I appreciate my roots.

But I hate Chinese New Year.
I hate it so.

What else is there to this festivity besides the lash of her tongue upon my open wounds,
Cruel words uttered one after the other,
And the reminder that you're worse than excrement?

Could you understand?
I hate Chinese New year.
I hate it.

But hate is such a strong word,
And it's a word I refrain from using.
But oh, for Chinese New Year,
Hate is the word.

Who are you?
What do you know?

You think you know.
But this pain of mine.
No one will ever know.

Perhaps.
As we crowd around the steamboat as how our ancestors have,
we'll forgive and forget?
Perhaps.