My neighbourhood was made up of blocks of four-storey houses around An Dong market, in the Chinese quarter called “Cho Lon”, Saigon. But wait there’s more!
The defector returns to her country,
She hears the cry, the moan of history.
She learns the wealthy communist devils
Want to migrate and mixed with other peoples.
The communist elites deem Vietnam fearsome:
“Polluted air, unsafe food and poor health system”.
by Women in the Black.
I often wonder how the hellish communist jail would have affected my 15-year-old sister and me mentally and physically, had we been jailed on our first failed attempt to escape communism in Vietnam. But wait there’s more!
A shaky monkey bridge,
On Chinese New Year’s Eve,
In a far strange village.
Two sisters failed to leave,
And their friends were shot dead,
On Chinese New Year’s Eve. But wait there’s more!
In 1979, as a high-ranking military man, Dad had been in jail for four years and we didn’t know when or if he’d be released.
Our family faced the daily threat of having our assets taken and being sent to undeveloped land of new economic zones. But wait there’s more!
(Vietnamese song-that-luc-bat-style poem)
In the darkness, there she sat,
Broken-self and flat-presence.
The shame begat silence,
To tell the violence ‘gainst her. But wait there’s more!