Vivian Nguyen

Mommy and I went shopping,
By all means, just sales,
Of course we did so,
Shh, shh: Asians’ tales!
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There's a pencil in hand,
With thoughts have gone by,
My paper is bare,
But I know I must try.
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There once was a lion,
Macleano’s his name,
But not able to roar,
He felt so ashamed!
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I want to weep,
but I cannot.
My tears are blocked,
in such a hard pot.
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There once was a girl,
Who just loved to sing.
She carried sweet songs,
With honeyed, soft rings.
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Some drips of water,
Sunlight just flourish,
So flowers blossom,
What a pretty dish.
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Blocks break on my mind,
Then they jump on my essay,
While during their ramble,
My eyes see just gray.
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The sun shines brightly,
Through the rich blue sky,
Birds dancing off clouds,
Chirping, oh so high.
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There once was a girl,
This girl had papers,
She wanted to write,
But thoughts were vapor.
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Giggles and smiles,
A sweet melody,
Such pretty styles.

A sweet wind whistles,
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The world spins all around,
My eyes roll up and down,
With ears to hear so much,
I’ll try to fix my sad frown.
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I am very hurt,
You'd told me a lie,
Your words were nice once,
Then they had me cry.
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With such a peek,
Just a quick glance,
Eyes back and forth,
Them, pretty dance.
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