My People Poem by Richard Lam

My people
They carry their country on their backs
They wear its history on their faces
They pass on stories of the soil from their mouths

My people
They work every day
They wake up too early
They come home so late
Their hands feel numb
Their legs are sore
Their backs hurt even more
They get so few hours of sleep

My people
They don't know how to read
They don't know how to write
They don't know how to speak
But they love their children
More than they love themselves
It's for these kids' future
They accept
They endure
They overcome

My people
They are humble
They are brave
They are strong
They build things from empty hands
They start their lives in this foreign land