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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | Aren’t you afraid? (7)

My gift is laced with poison
They will despise you
My protectors my masters

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

Aren’t you afraid? 

My gift is laced with poison

They will despise you

My protectors my masters

Aren’t you afraid?

This dying glorious shell

Covet you

The envy in my masters’ eyes

Aren’t you afraid?

Take with you what’s left, run!

My masters lurking

In the shadows.

On this island

Do you think I’m alone? 

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

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