Once upon a time I met a Hmong boy,
He was so fine,
So perfect, so great,
He and I went on dates.
This Hmong boy got me,
He saw me deep to my soul,
He was like the Slice to my Rice,
We went so well together
Like steak and wine.
The laughters we shared,
The ease in which we talked,
I was his and he was mine,
It was him and I for life,
But when I awoke from the dream,
The only words I could utter were,
"I hate you, Hmong boy,
Because you aren't real.
Dreams are lies!"
