Furious and unapologetic in its tirade against overseas adoption of South Korean babies. I didn’t love the style, although I recognise the short, abrupt lines suit the subject matter, but I did love the content. Julayne Lee’s poems are a rallying cry to render the stereotype of meek Asian women obsolete. Her poems rail against the social stigma that forced many single South Korean mothers into giving up their children, against imperialism, against racism, against ignorant white people. Barely pauses for breath.