Dear bà ngoại or Grandma,

I'm sorry I didn't take the time to learn Vietnamese

to tell you how much I love your cooking.

I'm sorry I couldn't express how proud I am for you learning how to say "Apple."

I could only smile .

Because if I focused too much on being Vietnamese

I would lose what it meant to be Hispanic

If only I could tell you how hard it is

To be in a constant state of equiliburm

Fighting both yin and yang in the center of a conflict so long

that I am now going to turn 18 this year. 

Who knew it would be this hard?

To be mixed I am the bridge between two worlds

Yet that's all I'll ever be.

A bridge stuck inbetween the two sides of this war

Vietnamese and Hispanic

bà ngoại

I will never stop being the letter "M"

mixed.