Hmong Daughter
In the Hmong home, tradition's embrace,
A world of expectations, a well-worn space.
Patriarchal echoes, a script to adhere,
Yet within these walls, a voice, crystal clear.
A house-daughter's role, woven in the thread,
Tending to hearth, to family, to bread.
Cooking, cleaning, with hands skilled and sure,
Yet within this duty, dreams do endure.
Filial piety, a guiding light,
A daughter's devotion, both day and night.
Yet yearning for more, for a voice of her own,
A path to explore, a future unknown.
In the shadow of norms, a spirit takes flight,
Resilient and strong, seeking her light.
Balancing tradition with dreams to pursue,
A journey untold, brave and true.
In the heart of this culture, a woman stands tall,
Defying the script, she answers the call.
A house-daughter, yes, but also much more,
A tapestry woven with dreams to explore.
-Elizabeth