For its' a past life
A first light that shined in your young heart-shaped face
You were to be no common immigrant, but become the first Chinese actress in America
You came on cool and silver, slanting a pearl-ringed finger tipping a tapered cigarette
Head bowed down tilting a bee-stung red carnelian mouth, making silent movies in a hive called Hollywood
Your diminuitive statue took root like a tiny tendril on the west corner of Hollywood Boulevard and La Brea for all to walk by and see your compass of accomplishments.