The change

by Toua Her   Apr 3, 2007


Born and live here all my life
Families and relative, an descendent of the Vietnam War
Ran away from life working at the farm
Children of our race lost to the American system
I look to my left I see my ancestor working in the garden to make a living
I look to my right I see big change in the hmong
I look forward I see our heritage slipping away
I look back I see the pain and suffering of the Hmong
I look at myself and I see that I too is slipping away
Try to speak the words of our descendents but some of the English language comes out
Trying to speak the English language but only comes out "Fool".

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