My grandfather born in China and my mother born in Vietnam and the American in me still wondering why I don’t belong 

When AURORA said Take me home where I belong 

I can’t take it anymore and how I wanted to die a little more 

If men knew how to properly love a woman, would I still be born? 

My mother saying I’m okay and me saying okay for the 16th year as I watch the tears wring out her eyes 

In her hands, I am the most precious thing in the world 

Mẹ ơi mẹ đừng bỏ con as she leaves for the grocery store 

To hold my father’s hands and tell him my mother doesn’t hate him She loves me on her own time 

Where does the war end and my mother begin? 

Was our loneliness inevitable? 

My mother staring at a scale and 

me wishing my father knew how to properly love a woman 

Mẹ có biết con là ai không? 

Me in a black dress like a body dressed for a funeral 

Who am I if my mother dies? and for the rest of the night 

I lay on the kitchen floor and cry