I Accidentally Spoke To the Wrong Burmese
let me give you some history of the Republic of the Union of Myanmar
is that Burma?
it used to be
they won’t let us have more than two children
they persecute us daily
we cannot travel freely and are refused citizenship
I wonder who “they are” so I ask.
rohingya people.
we cannot own land either.
the Burmese are holding a grudge, angry with us.
why?
our ancestors sided with the British
when?
1948 when they came into our country to steal our resources.
which ones?
jade, gems, oil, teak, natural gas
I try to get away from this crazy person.
there are fifty-four million other Buddhists living here.
surely some of them are more positive.
it begins to rain; a monsoon is not much easier to take.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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