Poems by Sotheary Prak

 

 

The Sun

 

The sun is the color of fire

It sounds like crashing thunder

It tastes like Red Hot candies

It smells like a bowl full of smoke

It looks like fire bursting out of the sky

It makes me think like the world is surrounded with fire

It makes me feel like I'm living in a big bowl of fire and yellow milk

 

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My House

 

My house is the color of fresh milk

It sounds like a crowed place

It tastes sweet as candies

It smells like burning rice

It looks like heaven

It makes me think that angels are all around me

It makes me feel like I'm a special angel

 

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Heard

 

 

I heard loud crashing thunder

I heard rain pouring down

 

I asked myself what is that sound?

I heard trees falling

 

I heard birds crying

They told me that they were dying

 

I heard people running

I heard people screaming

 

People had asked themselves if they were dreaming  

 

 

KHMER PRIDE

By Sotheary Prak

 I have lived in America since I was young

Witnessing my parents' affliction was no fun

 

My parents fled Cambodia to avoid being killed

And in their mind is where all the sufferings filled

 

The thought of Khmer Rouge would make us cry

But we always thank Buddha that we did not die

 

Our life is not at all the way we planned

But we will survive America hand in hand

 

Even though the Khmer Rouge gave us a bad name

We don't really care because everybody is the same

 

Everywhere I go I have a feeling I keep inside

That feeling is forever known as Khmer Pride

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