Hmong
By: Joannah Chang

Hmong
We were all made to love one another,
Not made to destroy each other.

We pretend to be something that we are not
We hide under masks,
Trying to look happy on the outside,
But on the inside,
We’re sad and miserable.

Hmong
The meaning of being Free.
But why aren’t we free?

We’re free already
Like a bird,
That’s what I heard.

But when I look around,
Freedom is the last thing
I see.

Maybe all we need
Is just a little love
To be able to feel free.