Đã cập nhật: 26 thg 11, 2020
Violets are blue.
I wish I could be citing a Vietnamese haiku.
Blaming it on my white washing is tiring, yet true.
How this has been cruel, hurt my mother too.
How much I think of her, I wish she knew.
But we are two worlds apart.
Is this my fault too?
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