Insatiable like a sweet delight, enter my room like a ghost invading my privacy. Whisper myths and lies to me and hypnotize me as I become comatose.
Dispel all the cultures, beauties, art, sexiness, political stability, and social norms adorn my exotic beauty. South Asian is my flavor, but I have been castrated with Western views. I don’t belong to any subculture. I swim in the Mekong River, Siem Reap River, Kong River, Srepok River, and Bassac River. They left me in the dungeons after they have raped me and left me for ruins in Phnom Penh.
My family has been displaced due to all the condos that have been built by foreign investors. They are singing and chanting that ‘we are modernizing Cambodia. Singapore and Korea have seized my land. It is like a night serpent killing me quietly and softly.
I knelt down in front of Buddha, asking what was going on? It is a lost soul that can never be restored to its original grandeur, and it is an identity thrown away.
It reminds me of a politician and a preacher preaching to a choir-and stating that we have been discovered. We are going through a revolution. What type of revolution are we going through; families are being displaced, evicted, sanctioned, imprisoned, raped, and gagged. My sweet home has been burglarized by invaders.
I am in pain. Can someone listen to me? I am trying to salvage all my belongings before they destroy them, and I have been purchased to the highest bidder.
My neighbor told me last night, ‘It is like an old boat that is rolling on a river.” When someone comes and saves me, all my belongings will be long gone.
We have hailed to the foreign flag and forgotten about our pride and culture as a nation. I can only salvage my home by creating art, and I no longer have a language to trace back to my roots.
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Healing Majestically 