By: Joshua Tou Yeng Yang

I live in this world ruled by race,

But I see tears of my people,

Tears of the Hmong,

The tears of the young crying for their moms.

The discrimination for the sad stories our parents told us about the Vietnam War,

Being the blame why the U.S. lost the War.

Being mistaken everywhere we go,

Being call Chinese,

Being call chink,

It hurts my heart and my soul.


Maybe one day the Hmong people will find hope.

Until then our people will face this discrimination.