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| Voices from Home Mama Motherland has a way with words. When she wants me to fear her, she screams corruption rape war. When she wants me to love her, she sweet-talks rice fields lotus blossoms rain. When she wants me to return home, she whispers little sister aging mother left behind. I fear. I love. I return. But I can’t stay. Luu vong. By Thanh Do Pacifica, California |
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