About Your Poem, Honey Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

About your poem, honey

the words in your poem
I admire and cherish them
deepest in me

to celebrate
our existence
as not part of The System

where I live
is completely independent
but my feeling
constantly locked up

no south pole
nor north pole
smell or inhale
no shark or whale (nearby)
felt the storm, heard the thunder,
but no one overboard yet

felt
no choking in my throat
still as soft as velvet
Is this the real situation
is this Democracy?
why did i want to live in this country?
And each may reward for the sincerity they show.

honey,
I was sadly mistaken
I'm completely missing the point

the complete freedom at the start
I was really blind then
is the big minus
there is no point
to go against it
it is part of my existence

but much better
then in the Emerald Belt
the sun many times hotter
not that I despise it
I lived very pleasantly
in that independence
and in that situation
but it still remains a hospitable nation to me