Abby Xiong

Joined May 2021

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My Lover
Think of everyone you love. I bet most of you thought of your lover first right? Then maybe your children, your mother, your father, and so on.
By Abby Xiong12 months ago in Poets
Life is a box of Crayons
When did all this start? I can no longer recall the last time I felt happy, or better yet the last time I felt okay. Is this all part of what everybody called “growing up”?
By Abby Xiong12 months ago in Motivation
The colors of my people
My grandparents were the generation to lose their Home. They saw the river turn red with the blood of their people. Crossing the Mekong river could not keep them safe. They had to cross the ocean and live in a country where they knew not one word. All they can do was reminiscence on their childhood memories. When they had no worries and play in the orange dirt all day.
By Abby Xiongabout a year ago in Poets