Vietnamese American: Where do they belong? Whom do they belong to?

This poem is about a transracially adopted kid

‘Vietnamese American: Where do they belong? Whom do they belong to?’

By Myrtice J. Edwards 

If I were a Vietnamese American, how would I harbor all the days of my pain

No one could understand me because I can’t seem to adjust

Searching for people like me

But I still find myself alone

I am a body of two worlds, but my spirit is not

Often I am looked upon as an illegitimate child of the war

Within the very country that I was borne

In Vietnam I’m called a “child of dust” but looked upon as an illegitimate American

When they see how I speak English fluently and flawlessly I am resented forever because of the memories of the war

Some call me an Amerasians aka a social liability

But it was never my intent to lose my tongue or culture you see

In Vietnam I am considered an American and in America I am considered Vietnamese

There are a lot of adjustment problems I experience just trying to be me…

 

Reviews

[Wildecat]

I am a Vietnam Veteran, and it is difficult for both sides. I've seen my friends killed by these people and I am sure they have seen the same. I am all for World Peace regardless of religion, skin color race or creed. Nice Write.