See BOH Slam Team Member Andrine Pierresaint reading her original poem âBoulders for Cheekbonesâ in response to Jesmyn Wardâs Men We Reaped: A Memoir the featured text of this years ICA Reads.Â
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See BOH Slam Team Member Andrine Pierresaint reading her original poem âBoulders for Cheekbonesâ in response to Jesmyn Wardâs Men We Reaped: A Memoir the featured text of this years ICA Reads.Â
Watch Andrine perform below:

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Tonightâs Cantab feature is poet, essayist, and MassLEAP organizer Eve Ewing! This is from her poem âto the notebook kid,â published in Poetry.
Golden Mountain
The first
First generation
Under the golden mountain
from a group of millions
coming from a land of billions
Fueled by hope and not gasoline
of a better life
Here in the great olâ nation
That is the golden mountain
From west coast to east coast
We travel in search of our place
A hundred years past
And we still travel
Fueled by the hope
of millions before us
 One of billions
I am proud
Proud of the father
Who grew up a poor mainland farmer
And graduated Harvard
Eighteen years later
Not because of
Family or wealth
But because of hope
Proud of the nation
Whoâs peoples heads strike the ground
Not because of violence
But because of respect and religion
Proud of the ĺŽśĺş (jia ting)
That I call China
Where brothers werenât brothers
Because of blood
And girls could hold
Each others hands on the streets
And not be called a lesbian
Out of disrespect
Proud of the nation that grew
From dirt roads and wooden carts
Two hundred years ago
Pulled only by horses and hope
Of a better life
 Still proud
I see the results
Of our tears and works
On the railroads long ago
Here, under the Golden Mountains
The pride that I still feel
After a hundred years
Of negligence and shadows
The pride that I find
Hard to keep now
Because of the very Golden Mountains itself
Because apparently just because the currency
Of our yuan is 6.35 times less valuable than
A dollar does not make us any less man
Than anyone else on this planet
Just because
Our skin isnt
As white as the white manâs
Or dark as the black manâs
Does not mean we shouldnât
Belong with neither
Just because we were born in
A country alien to us
Does not mean that the
Little speck of yellow
Can be whited out to make the
Blank page prettier
Just because we toll and slave
In the sweatshops
Does not make us dispensable
And does not make us less human
And deserve less rights
Than anyone else
Just because I am Chinese
Doesnt mean im not American
Just because I am American
Doesnt mean im not Chinese
I am both and I still
Feel
Proud
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