Don’t Trust the Mind of a Laotian girl
especially if she’s a gemini like me,
for the na presented
is entirely different
from the na you don’t see.
so don’t be surprised
when she responds in cold texts
because she’ll expect you to know
she’s not interested.
she wears a red sint to the temple on market st.,
kneeling with a huge smile before the orange robed pah.
she secretly wants to question her devote mother:
“why find faith and kneel to the patriarchy?”
all of us have dreams
we won’t give that up—
deeply loving our families
but not those we lust.
we won’t shut our big mouths
too busy weighed down
by the need to succeed,
and to be the lucky one to leave
this colorless town
with never changing leaves—
jai lao bau yak yu ne.
so approach only if not a roadblock.
for you will meet her brain first—
and you better pray you grow on her heart,
or she’ll just push you away and curse.
and don’t expect her to compete
for your love and affection,
she’s too busy putting in work
to unravel this male breadwinner obsession.
so do her a favor,
just walk away.
loneliness is not a stranger.
This poem was written for the Asian American Studies M191F poetry class, after “Don’t Trust a Samoan Girl” by Courtney Sina Meredith.