By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
Dignity is a measure of your pride?
My busy predisposition could not confine me
to the walls of the room
no matter the glimpses of the glorious South China Sea
or lively metropolis.
A diet of watery rice and a runaway gut
hit with the curse of bleeding
I planned an escape on the tarmac
A few steps onto the uneven footpath,
flat on my stomach
my dignity exploded across half a mile radius.
The kindness of people helped me up
while my pride lay forlorn on the concrete,
alone I stood up and thanked them…
Eo tròn mông tròn…
tôi vẫn bước tới vôn vớt dành lại một tí tôi.
I hope I’ve managed a smile on your face