Definition Of My Id Poem by Chan Mongol

(written in 1984)

Did you ask what my country is?
Did you enjoy and like to tease?
Did you ask me what religion I practice?
Did you plan to keep me on my knees? ?

Do you like to play that inhumane bad card?
To push me to ditch me, knock me too hard!
My physique is my land and only identity!
My body with pulse and heart, my only country! !

Outer me, my body and outer my existence!
Nothing is the matter, all are distance!
My CHARACTER, what my only religion is!
My personality, manners are to live in peace! !

In your data bank, you stored my soul, my all!
My private life, past, present, fate, spring, fall!
You chained my feet with metallic bar!
You are my owner, sire, slave operator! !

My identification was sacred, very personal!
To reveal or not to reveal was optional!
But today, I can run but cannot hide!
From your guards, guide worldwide! !

Did you ask me what my country is?
Did you enjoy and like to keep on tease?
Did you ask me what religion I practice?
Did you plan to keep me on my knees? ?

You can call me names, alright!
As a dangerous or whatever I fit!
Do you know what is the main thing?
That, I am same as you are breathing! !

I know you, I know your type!
You are the ugliest, a real low life! !
You are the meanest and jealous!
So you are scared of me, and nervous! !

I know how to fight back!
I can break your evil neck!
Just be careful, what you say!
At the end, you have to pay! !

I am not just what you are to see!
Those people and nations are in me!
Those people of Yellow knife, White Horse!
Amish, Mohawk, Cherokee, Indians of course! !

Full lips with those two eyes!
Same as Orientals, Mongols, Chinese!
My comfort with Irish music band!
The nature, culture of that land! !

For African farmers I have pity!
My soul, sympathy and solidarity!
My hair is straight and plain!
Many say if I am a native Hawaiian! !

I respect all but hazardous are exceptions!
I try to find ways for peaceful protections!
I also hold plough in country Cambodia
I grow rice in Bengal, East India! !

You can call me names, alright!
As a dangerous or whatever I fit!
Do you know what is the main thing?
That, I am same as you are breathing! !

Sweet smell of Harvest, in East West!
Plains, mountains, all are my best!
Delta, land after land, jungle, trees!
Snow shower and rain on prairies! !

I am not just what you are to see!
Those people and nations are in me!
Those people of Yellow knife, White Horse;
Amish, Mohawk, Cherokee, Indians of course! !

When someone in that galley to die!
Or in a death line or row and cry!
I find myself there and it stops my air!
Bless all who want to live! I care! !

I never get pleasure on someone's misery!
When hunger, disease and death strike a family!
I am with victims of tribes, Buddha, Jesus!
Mohammad, Ram, First nations and Moses! !

Sweet smells of the Harvest in East West!
Plains, mountains, all are my best!
Deltas, lands after lands, jungles, trees!
Snow showers and rains on prairies! !