A secret is sometimes a prima-donna. It revels in its understated performance: it doesn’t find power in volume. Rather, it finds its power in the silence. ex.) In middle school, where you would lean into your friend’s ear and tell them who you had a crush on with a quietness that was almost sacred. It…
This is the colored man’s burden. To always look up to a higher power. Not a god or a deity, but a man with desire.
When you say you do You don’t know where I have been Judge me by my skin When you speak to me You don’t know what I can see Judge me by my eyes All of these problems All of these outer demons All of these are you You single me out Is it me…
Who knew that there was so much to know about culture?
Culture that is so deeply rooted within its own community,
It aspires me to write about my own life adventure.
I write what it is to be Hmong, what it is to be me.
Can you guess where at UCLA we are talking about?