Out of Place
Why are your eyes so small?
Are you Asian or Chinese?
CHING CHONG!
You’re Asian, you’re suppose to be good at math.
Asians always get good grades –
Mom, why am I who I am?
why am I Laotian-American?
why do I have to go to the temple and pray with you?
why do I have to learn and accept off of your views?
why can I not choose?
I use to look at you in the FACE
DISGRACED to be part of this Asian RACE
because I felt so out of PLACE
I used to look at you in the eyes
and I let you know I was the one I despised
with this Laotian blood flowin’ through my veins
rushin’ through my brain, stressin’ over all of this pain I hold inside of me
trying to understand why I’m so different to everyone else
why I can’t be the same as everyone else –
but now I understand….
I understand why you had to go to refugee camps
I understand the struggles and pain you had to endure to get to this foreign land
I understand the hardships you have faced learning a new language that everyone knew except for you.
but just because I understand, doesn’t mean I will ever experience what you have gone through.
and the reason why I will never have to experience these things
is because you have protected me from them
so why am I who I am?
why am I Laotian-American?
because you made me the way I am and I am so proud and honored to be Southeast Asian-American.
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