05/03/2026
i did not write this poem, but it was written to me in the form of an instagram comment and it had my screen very blurry 🥺
I saved it in my notes immediately and found myself re-reading it to find courage to keep writing when my inner critic tells me i have nothing unique or profound to add (daily, ha.)
i pulled it up during april 30, which is a complicated day to be in the middle of within the vietnamese diaspora. it’s called Reunification Day in Vietnam, complete with parades, fireworks, and an unwavering display of national pride. In the US, it’s called Fall of Saigon, where there are candlelight vigils and everyone in my community wore black in memory of loved ones.
i’m not smart enough to comment on any of the many sides of war so i stick to writing poetry that brings me a little closer to my own roots, and maybe that’s enough. thank you, dear writer, for encouraging me with your words.
i’ll never forget this gesture