Using our nepotic ties,
We were able to cross over to the West.
Others were rescued by God's messenger.
Families, who were once Buddhist,
Now prays to a new God of the West.
One day, when I was five,
I wandered throughout the intermittent camp and
Stumbled upon a church.
As I peaked in, I saw
People walking in a line,
Towards a priest in a dark robe.
He held out a bowel,
Inside, with round white flakes.
I merged into the moving line,
Motioned towards the priest.
As I opened my mouth,
Closed my eyes,
I received a light tasteless flake.
Being the ignorant child that I was,
I ran back to the line again,
Moved up towards the priest,
And again, opened my mouth,
Closed my eyes.
He recognized me,
Pats me on the head,
No sacred bread.
My good friend Lan and her family
Was rescued by one of God's messenger.
Her family was fortunate,
To be rescued by a church in the West.
After the cross over to the west,
She was to attend Sunday mass,
And were told many puzzling stories,
That women, including young girls
Grew out of men's rib cage.
That Eve, gave Adam the poisoned apple,
Which is how only men had the adam's apple.
If all these were true,
And women grew out of a men,
Then womem must belong to men.
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