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