Archive for September, 2009
small steps away
cute as a button
and not much bigger
A mountain we couldn’t see.
Chicken nuggets with no sauce.
A town with nowhere to eat except a restaurant with no food
and a waitress who wasn’t a waitress.
A dog park with no dogs…
and a flower park with no flowers…
Still it was fun all the same. I couldn’t have had a day like this back home.
Pham Thi Trinh’s story
I looked out of my house and saw my sister, Moi.
She was 14 that year.
An American was pressing on top of her.
She had no clothing on her.
At the time I didn’t understand what that meant.
My sister was trying to resist him.
After the American got up.
he put his clothes on….
and then he shot her.
I decided to leave my hiding place.
I saw my house had burned completely
and in the yard…..
my loved ones were burned to death.
My mother and my little brother
still in my mother’s arms,
my seven month old brother
whose body was half burned.
I didn’t know anything anymore.
I stood by my mother’s body and cried.