You are my heart

Vietnam my home away from home. 

The place where parents were born 

From the loud motorcycle's horn, 

To the vast street vendors across the town, 

To the dreams I discover in the fields of rice,

And to my people working hard without a frown. 

Just full determination in order to suffice. 

Communism has stricked here 

Yet they can't get the best us 

Though some of us may have to disappear,

It's always known being Vietnamese is a plus. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My country

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