Me, A Foreigner

As the school time, sat in front of table as in cram schools
It seems that I am still a teen but that's a serious meeting
among dozens of Vietnamese managers!

Oh, I am a foreigner, a real foreigner!
Oh, I haven't thought that I sat among other foreigners too so that when I wanted to speak to a woman next to me but I found my words were locked
the nature of talking my mother tongue many in one second
was stopped by the awareness
the time of delivering tiny paper talking some silly secrects in school time ends
as just yesterday
the whisper is also gone.

It's tired to listen to Chinese and followed Vietnamese translation for two hours
Every Vietnamese managers must be tired too.
They worked about 12 hours today!
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The sky wore her black gown
Why I am in Vietnam? And why not?
The universe directs our connections with some surprise and trials to love and self.

I am going through a dark channel and
the language has such echo and we are still on the way
The end would be a heaven with shinging yellow wild sunflower.