How could you love me
you’re just a man like my father
the day I didn’t want to leave my mother’s womb
my father had already rejected me
can’t you see
open your eyes
I am a single rib bone from your chest
at best
I’m a part of you
without you
I’m nothing
how could you love me
I am one woman out of the 24 women you adore
Adam and Eve
a mere fairy tale
written by a man just like you
Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm, the blogger, poet, and translator, was born in 1971 in Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. The pharmacist currently lives and works in Western Sydney, Australia.
Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm 
This was a brilliant poem 💯👏🙂. It brings up the general subject of the relationship between women and men by incorporating the tale of Adam and Eve in a very unique light that raises very interesting things to think about 👍😄
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Thanks, I was just sad and angry when I wrote it because I was born second, and my parents already had a girl they love, and they wanted a boy.. I don’t know why my mother told me that. But, it is typical of Asian families, so I tell myself. I hate birthdays, birthdays means never good enough.. Thanks for the free therapy, ahumm I’m not sorry about the over sharing today.. :))
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Awww, I see where you are coming from 👍🙂💙. I did sort of sense those moods when I was reading, but I definitely did not make the personal connections that you revealed, so this I very intriguing to me and I get the point that you were making about feeling underappreciated about what your mom shared with you and how it made you felt 🤗🤗💗💙. But I think she really really loves you and that she is very proud of you 💞🥰🥰
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Thanks, but have you been talking to my mum? I’m paranoid that my parents actually read my sh*t 🙂
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Lol sorry 💙💙. At the time I wrote that comment, I was under the impression that outside of that conversation in which you were unsure about the reason behind that particular revelation, you and your parents otherwise have a great relationship in general, or atleast that’s what I hoped 💞💕🤗🥰.
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We do, I’m just being a spoilt brat. They’ll never read the comments.. Don’t be sorry, I’m sorry for spilling my can of worms on your table .. Happy Sunday yeah! ❤
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“We do, I’m just being a spoilt brat. They’ll never read the comments.. Don’t be sorry, I’m sorry for spilling my can of worms on your table .. Happy Sunday yeah! ❤”
Hahaa, don’t worry my friend 🙌🤩😆. I was interested in the poem and there is nothing wrong with sharing a few more details with me to help me better understand where you were coming from. So thank you very much 💙😄🤗🌹
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🙂
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😂😘
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