Personal Statements:

The worst kind of baggage is the insecurities of a Viet Kieu- with respect to superiority complexes and the dynamics between the Occident and Orient . Unlike the condition of their resident country, Viet Kieu are the superior minority. Now, with the bestowed privilege, their social desires manifest to personal obligations to initiate change, to start a Western cultural revolution on the Vietnamese landscape. Much like the countless crusades before, they fail…

Thousands miles from home…
Who are they trying to rescue?
Thousands miles from home…
Who am I trying to rescue? <>/p

… “I hate you.” He said, lying next to me. But, I can’t see his eyes. He speaks of falling graces and pride. He speaks of universal ideals, everything is arguable and true. I wrap myself in the spider web underneath his easel. Frighten, I grab my pen. In ready position. I count to infinity and open my mouth. An outburst of butterflies, unicorns and fire works. A celebration. Everybody drink. Everybody laugh. Everybody dance; everybody wonder in my garden of perfection, blindfolded. Ignorance of the plastic trees, of the rotten smell, of my selfishness, of me.

… I kiss him, “I hate you too.” It is the only way we can love each other. Through analytical eyes and soft desires. For he sees only my evil and I continue to pretend it does not exist…

… Father, forgive me for I have sinned

… I am a Viet Kieu