The Grace Of God The sun, Hidden behind the blanket of the suttle, dark…
My dear feelings
Hmong,
We try our best no matter what.
Not much of us are Christian,
But shaman.
I know Asian are short.
You let us down,
But always get backup.
Peb yog hmoob,
Peb zoo li nej thiab
Peb muaj siab, muaj ntswv.
Tus luaj, tus hluas
Peb yeej si hlub.
Vim peb zoo ib yam li nej.
Every year,
We have hmong new year,
We do traditional dance,
sing, and
Epress the hmong instrument
Qeej, Ncas, Raj, and Nplooj.
With our hmong clothes,
filled with coin.
Our hmong food we love is…
Rice!!!
Like taking our time riding bike.
We have each other by our side
Treat each other
Brothers & Sisters.
We play niam tais, yawg txiv
and house.
Since we were little like kids.
A lot of lesson from the family.
“Me txhais, me tub.”
Even though if were going downward
We can always go forward.
Take time,
To learn the step…
Stand-up
Be proud of who you are
No matter what
“Peb yog hmoob,
Nyob saum ntuj.”
The word are spoken,
Your face are shown,
Your language are here,
Your culture are important.
Shine who you are,
Tell who you are,
Speak who you are,
Be who you are.
We don’t hate or judge you.
We love you who you are.
Even if we’re hmong,
and you are other races or culture.
We are all big family.
We won’t judge,
We are proud.
We are the same level,
Keep stepping,
Cause were there!