My grandmother calls to me
Yora, Yora, you eat?
Yes, cảm ơn, thank you I whisper weekly
I‘m looking down at my feet
My grandfather sits by me
We can only smile in silence
Why didn’t you teach me Dad?
Am I too white to be Vietnamese?
Can I really be a part of your family?
My branches are too heavy in one direction
Off balance in the wind
I want to know how to speak it
I crave it
I need it
Teach me how to say it right
Before it’s too late for my words to take flight
A piece in a puzzle that doesn’t quite fit
A face in a family that feels like it’s split
Be the bridge that helps us get better
Like a that holds generations together
Weak roots cannot stand this bad weather
Help me cross and understand
The powerful lays of both of my lands
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