The Bite of Momordica charantia

There is a lyrical moment in a poem that reports the mashing of names and the misnaming of persons. This is not it:

it happens all the time.
it's in the name.
it's in the face.

orientals so hard to tell apart.
This is it.
our faces,
strong, brown,
different as
the bumps
on the skin of
our tongues,
sharp and fragrant
as ginger,
And the poem goes on to further celebrate further acts of resistance.

"It's In The Name" by Kitty Tsui in The Words of a Woman Who Breathes Fire

And so for day 1552