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I now understand
when they make fun of my name,
yelling ha-ha-ha down the hall
when they ask if I eat dog meat,
barking and chewing and falling down laughing
when they wonder if I lived in the jungle with tigers,
growling and stalking on all fours.
because Brother Khoi
nodded into my head
on the bike ride home
when I asked if kids
said the same things
at his school.