I wrote this poem thinking about Asian Americans and love… specifically, loving one another. Yes, romantically, but also in terms of friendships and family. The first stanza, wherein I tell y’all what this poem is NOT about, came into being when I realized a lot of haters would accuse me of certain things if I pushed for an Asian love agenda. I wanted to make sure that the way I try to live my life and my philosophy is clear… this is not just about pro-creation, cuz although “Bao loves the kids”, I find that nationalism grounded in procreation rhetoric is faulty – it can portray women as baby making machines, alienate our people who are of mixed heritage, and dismiss those of us who chose not to have children or have alternate sexual orientations wherein it is biologically impossible to have kids. You know? What i’m saying is, us Asian people need to love each other not just to procreate a Yellowbrown army (there’s already plenty o’ Asians on the planet earth), but because for so long we have not been taught to love ourselves and each other. This poem is dedicated to ‘Chilly Willy.’