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ba ngoai

My grandmother cries
tears creating oceans,
wide,
pacific,
separating her
from sons, daughters.

Her monsoon tears
have watered,
quenched,
bathed.

My tears never created anything.
they don’t know how.
They only know to ask
why doesn’t he love me.

My only Vietnamese
is her only English.
cảm ơn,
thank you

ba ngoai

My grandmother cries
tears creating oceans,
wide,
pacific,
separating her
from sons, daughters.

Her monsoon tears
have watered,
quenched,
bathed.

My tears never created anything.
they don’t know how.
They only know to ask
why doesn’t he love me.

My only Vietnamese
is her only English.
cảm ơn,
thank you

Sonny Nguyen  25, Seattle

 
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