You see, I am an American, but not of white descent,
Family born from Asia, but this is what I meant,
My grandparents flew to America, to escape genocide.
Cause back then my people were running, afraid to die.
You see, my people never even had a country,
No where to live, hid in the jungle, so they had to worry,
If you don't understand the term of genocide,
Let me break it down to you, and I'll be right.
It's the extermination of ones race, so you lived to die
Completely until their gone and no ones alive,
So this is what we were escaping during the Vietnam War,
Scared to die, so we ran farther, just to hide,
But we weren't alone, we were being hunted,
Just like animals in the brush we were the hunter versus the hunted,
One day it would be chaos
and we would mourn our family.
You had no choice but to leave,
Because in the end,
you couldn't stay behind,
remember what I said
we were the hunted, and we knew inside,
but behind all of this,
it was a little offending,
cause while we helped the Americans, they had our back
Until the war ended, then they didn't have OUR backs.
So they left us, to die alone there.
Many of them didn't make it and their buried there.
So You see, genocide isn't even a great term,
But it'll boost your vocabulary so you might as well learn,
So before you kill others, think before you act,
be the bigger person, before genocide is what you ask.
So you may ask where I am from,
whether I'm short, tall, wide, or or even long,
But I am not ashamed to tell you that I am Hmong. (M-oh-ng)