Bat Eater and Other Names for Cora Zeng

by Kylie Lee Baker

I know that a white man coming for me isn’t an if, it’s a when. And the worst part is I know no one will find out who did it, no one will write about it in the newspapers, because who cares if another Chinese girl is dead—they’ll hear me screaming and just put in their headphones and keep walking.

it doesn’t matter if we’re uncomfortable—we don’t get to look away. We’re dying and no one can hear us.”