3 Life Lessons From My 3 Favorite Animes

Author’s Note: Hello! This piece was for a writing assignment for my ENGL 327W – Creative Non-Fiction course. Specifically for this assignment, we had to write it in the format of a personal essay. I decided to write about how much anime has influenced my life. There is definitely room to improve on visualization and making the reader feel rather than me telling. Still, I hope you will be able to enjoy this piece and in a way resonate with it.

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Anime. It is a specific type of Japanese film and television animation aimed at adults and children. The genres and variety are very large and expansive. Anime has been around for a long time now since the 20th century and has now accumulated an international following. I first got into anime by accident as I watched cartoons growing up on Saturday and Sunday mornings. Pokemon, Yugioh, and Dragon Ball Z were the first introductory animes I watched as a youth. People watch anime for various reasons, for the suspenseful storytelling, for the crisp and clean artwork, and/or the iconic music (Seriously, some of the music that is composed is top tier). All I cared about when I was younger was just the cool action scenes and didn’t bat an eye at the plot, stories, or lessons that accompanied the anime. It wasn’t until I got into my first year of Junior High School that I began to pay closer attention to the animes I watched, that was when the fun began.

One thing that surprised me over time in watching different animes is the life lessons that are taught to the viewers. I know now that the animes I watched greatly influenced my way of thinking as the lessons I learned from those shows I applied to my life. Not all animes are created equal as some are better than each other so following the ones that are popular isn’t always the best choice (Also, keep in mind that this is 100% subjective so if you end up disliking my three favorite animes, that is totally fine as well). With that said in no particular order, my three favorite animes are Mobile Suit Gundam 00, Haikyuu, and Violet Evergarden. And here are three life lessons I learned from my three favorite animes. Let’s start off with Mobile Suit Gundam 00 and a quick back story.

Released on October 6th, 2007, and ended with its second season on March 29th, 2009. Gundam 00 is set on a futuristic Earth in the year 2307 AD. Due to the depletion of fossil fuels, humanity was in search of a new source of power. Three superpower nations fighting each other for control of new energy sources would lead to the formation of a group called Celestial Being, a paramilitary organization whose goal is the eradication of conflict and war with unique and technologically advanced mobile suits known as “Gundams.” (Think of it as a Transformer that has a human pilot in the middle of their body in a cockpit). The Gundam series is notoriously known for its giant robots piloted by adolescents and young adults fighting each other in wars and conflicts they get dragged into. Warfare is a huge theme and Gundam 00 is no exception to the trope in this series.

The lesson I learned from Gundam 00 is that war rarely is caused by irreconcilable disagreements among people. It mostly involves the people in high positions with power that abuse it for their own gain. Humans are not known to be rational creatures as people will end up going to war for the pettiest reasons. This leads to the regular people that suffer the most due to wars and conflicts as collateral damage. The moral lines of good and bad are extremely thin and narrow because depending on the perspective you’re viewing from, one action can be seen as both right and wrong. The world is very cruel, and the level of cruelty is sometimes hell on Earth (It made me aware that everyone is fighting their own personal war too, even those who are lactose intolerant sitting on the toilet). I am naturally a pretty positive person but due to the unfortunate circumstance of growing up in a toxic dysfunctional family, I knew early on how cruel the world can be. That is why I related intensely to the lessons in Gundam 00 because I was fucked over by the world as collateral damage too. It was an anime that helped validate the feelings I had and that was what I needed most in my life.

Moving on to a less violent and depressing anime, we have Haikyuu, which is a comedic coming-of-age anime about volleyball. Debuted on April 6th, 2014, Haikyuu follows rivals Hinata and Kageyama’s first year of volleyball together at Karasuno High School. Hinata is short and lacks volleyball experience but has incredible athletic reflexes while Kageyama is a born genius on the court with complete command of the sport. The anime is currently still in production gearing towards its final arcs and seasons (Which I’m very conflicted on as I hope I don’t get disappointed like season eight of Game of Thrones).

The year that Haikyuu debuted was also the same year I had just got done in my first season of playing volleyball for Chico High School. Haikyuu fed my volleyball cravings so well that I dreamt that I was on the court with the Karasuno team. One lesson I learned from watching Haikyuu is that being weak means that there is room to grow. I am a highly competitive person, I just don’t have the skills nor am I good enough sometimes to back it up. Losing would make me feel frustrated because I hated how it felt (It was also because we got our asses kicked for the majority of the volleyball season in my Freshman year). I just had a negative perspective on failure because there was no room for me to fail. I held onto that for many aspects of my life in my adolescent years, failure was not an option and that was how I survived. It wasn’t until I watched Haikyuu that my mindset and perspective changed. I began to enjoy the journey more than the result. I truly embraced what it meant to be a learner, learning both the positive and the negative. I enjoyed my classes more, my growth in volleyball was accelerated, and I became happier, even if it was for a brief time. And finding happiness in life can be quite difficult.

Just ask Violet Evergarden. The title is both the name of the anime and the main protagonist that first aired from January 11th, 2018 to April 5th, 2018, and concluded its story with a film in 2020. Working as an Auto Memory Doll, someone who writes for others as the majority of the people in this time period is illiterate, the story follows Violet’s journey to reintegration into society after spending the majority of her young life as a soldier (She’s 14 when she begins working as an Auto Memory Doll). Her reasoning for becoming an Auto Memory Doll is to understand the words “I love you,” the last words said to her by her mentor and guardian, Major Gilbert. Getting to know how the story of Violet Evergarden ended in 2020 was one of the few highs of that year.

2018 was the year I began to explore my creative writing and watching Violet Evergarden while that was happening made the experience even more fun and exhilarating. One life lesson I learned from Violet Evergarden is that reflection is important to truly progress. Whether it is about the journey that was taken or coming to terms with our decisions in the past. In one way or another, our past and our present are connected (A few decisions from the past always decide to come and stab us in the back just when we’re not expecting it). The only thing that changes about the past is how we feel about it in the present. One outlet for figuring out those emotions and having intentional reflection is through writing. Reflecting is difficult for me as an adolescent as I tend to not want to remember my early years as they weren’t colorful like skittle rainbows but more like piano keys, black and white. Being able to come to terms with a reflection in asking the important questions of why and how can help with the healing process.

War is hell and the world is cruel, failure does not simply mean weakness because it also means room for growth and improvement, and reflection is key for true progress. Those are a few lessons I learned from watching anime over the years. I’m sure I’ll learn more in the future as new animes are always in the works. Anime is great and more people should give it a try (I also recommend these three animes I mentioned if you’re ever bored or want to try something new).


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If You See Me

Author’s Note: Hello! This piece was for a writing assignment for my ENGL 327W – Creative Non-Fiction course. Specifically for this assignment, we had to write it in the format of a memoir. I don’t remember why I wrote about this topic but it turned out well. There is definitely room to improve on visualization and making the reader feel rather than me telling. Still, I hope you will be able to enjoy this piece and in a way resonate with it.

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I don’t remember when was the last time I smiled genuinely. I do smile because it is an innate human emotion, but the emotion that I project may not always be the happiness that accompanies my smile. A genuine smile that can illuminate the room with positivity. Now, it’s like sometimes I smile but I don’t feel happy and I would ask myself why sometimes. I was once told “You smile and laugh loudly but your eyes tell me a different story. It must’ve been difficult for you to have practiced so much to smile like that.” It shocked me that someone was able to see through how easily they saw through my mask. This mask I’ve worked hard to craft to hide away my emotions from the world. The more interesting question is why did I develop this mask? Maybe I can blame this on all the depression I’ve experienced in my life. Or maybe it’s still that idea I concentrated on when I was younger. “I’m not allowed to be happy. I don’t have much to smile about in my life.” Maybe it’s because of that way of thinking, my smile always felt off. 

Remember how I said, “I don’t remember when was the last time I smiled genuinely?” I lied because I do remember. The Year of the Pig, 2019, was the year I smiled more than I ever did in my life. Manting in 2019 still looked the same as now but his ambition would intimidate others. If you could not keep up with him, you would be left behind in the dust. And yet people didn’t know how difficult it was for him because he was constantly living in winter since his Junior year of high school. Until one day, the long cold winter that had nothing but rainstorms cleared up, and the water lilies began to blossom for me. My friends in 2019 said something to me that surprised me. “Dude, I’ve never seen you smile like that before. Like the way you’re smiling is like someone who is experiencing pure happiness for the first time in their life.” I was quite sad when they told me that. Because if that is how they’re seeing me, then what was I like before experiencing this smile? Was all of the happiness I experienced prior to 2019 just fabrications? My friends were right but it’s been three years since 2019 and now I don’t want to remember it. Weird how that works right? The happiest moments of my life were in 2019 and now I don’t want anything to do with it.

The water lilies withered away and the rainstorm returned, this time with lightning and thunder. The sound of the thunder felt like nature was taunting me for even having the audacity to believe that the water lilies would stay permanent. Because that smile in 2019 is a reminder of my weakness, failure, and imperfections. It’s ironic really how the course of my life has developed. So many misfortunes have been bestowed upon me and yet, I continue to be resilient, clawing my way toward the light at the end of the tunnel only to emerge into another tunnel that is even darker. “Maybe if I live long enough, there is something good that might happen?” Or maybe I should be more grateful for what I have in my life and just smile? I was a lot more optimistic in 2019 than I am currently, and I miss that part of me.

I remember being asked “Why not include your failures too? They are also part of your journey towards success.” And that simple question gave me hope, which is not a feeling I quite like because having hope is dangerous. It is cruel to have hope only for it to be destroyed by the expectations you set upon others. But if I was able to smile like that for the wrong one, I know the smile I have for the right one will overcome everything. I won’t worry about my weakness, failures, and imperfections and let them hinder me as much anymore. If I’m perfect without any flaws, then what else can I work towards or strive to be? I’ve been hiding all of that pain with a smile. I know that I shouldn’t be doing that anymore but I’m slowly tearing that down to smile correctly. Instead, I’ll just make sure to feel everything for what it is. So, if you see me smile in the future, know that the water lilies are revived and the rainstorm has passed.


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A Father’s Words

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! It has been a while since I last uploaded new works on my WordPress. I recently graduated from CSU, Chico! In my last semester, I took ENGL 420W once again as a fun class for myself. This is one of the pieces I wrote for class. I wrote about the feelings of how a loving parent would tell and think about their children. Specifically, I wrote it from the perspective of a father. I’m not a dad yet but I tried my best to convey some of the emotions I think I would eventually come to feel and think too. I hope you all are doing well and enjoy!

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When you were born, it became real to me.
Real in the things I needed to do.
I’ve never done this before, so I apologize first.

I may not say the right things, and I will irritate you greatly
It is because I want what is best for you.
But when the day comes you know what you want.
I will gladly accept your decisions.

When you fall in love, I will be both happy and sad.
The experiences of love are unimaginable.
It will take you to the greatest of highs and the deepest of lows.
Whoever you love, all I ask is for you to be happy.

The day I die and pass away. I hope the sadness and tears
will only last briefly. More than anything, you must
continue to live, there is still so much for you to do.
We can continue all the conversations we didn’t have
when I see you again in heaven.


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Under The Spell From The Flower Girl

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! It has been a while since I last uploaded new works on my WordPress. I recently graduated from CSU, Chico! In my last semester, I took ENGL 420W once again as a fun class for myself. This is one of the pieces I wrote for class. I don’t remember exactly what the prompt was or what we had to include. I do remember that I wanted to include a small dialogue from Final Fantasy 7 when Aerith and Cloud talked to each other. Maybe that was what I thought when I first wrote this piece. I hope you all are doing well and enjoy!

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I just wanted flowers. The ones that linger a little longer. 
Little did I know the flowers were a trap. I should’ve known 
I was over-trusting, over-emotional, and overtaken. 
 
“How much for this one?” I asked. 
“Ooo, great choice. Well, it usually depends on the customer. 
                                                  For you, it’s free.” 
“What’s the catch? You wouldn’t give it to me for free.” 
“All I ask is for you to revisit my flower stall in the future.” 
 
Her words left me in limbo, unable to react, 
only my heart was moving. Before I knew it, 
I was simping for her. 

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Summer Solstice

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! It has been a while since I last uploaded new works on my WordPress. I recently graduated from CSU, Chico! In my last semester, I took ENGL 420W once again as a fun class for myself. This is one of the pieces I wrote for class. I don’t remember exactly what the prompt was or what we had to include. I just kinda went off on a whim and wrote about the Summer Solstice because it is very close to my birthday. I hope you all are doing well and enjoy!

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The longest day of the year
that burns and illuminates the Earth.
The thread between reality and the spirit world
thins and stretches as people make
madness and emotions run high.
Gather the flowers and hope young love
will shine right with the right one.

When the Sun sets, the shadows come.
Whispers and apologies form.
It won’t last long, the Moon’s shift
clocks out soon. It wishes to stay
but Sun reins and takes the Moon’s soul.


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[False hope is the worse crime in this life]

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! It has been a while since I last uploaded new works on my WordPress. I recently graduated from CSU, Chico! In my last semester, I took ENGL 420W once again as a fun class for myself. This is one of the pieces I wrote we had to incorporate a nature element to our piece. So, I decided to write a piece inspired by the anime Violet Evergarden. I just included as many references to flowers and their colors in this piece. It became a lot darker than I had originally intended and I’m fine with that. Minor spoiler here, but the anime itself is pretty dark as well so I think it still fits the theme. I hope you all are doing well and enjoy!

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False hope is the worse crime in this life,
a promised neverland failed to shelter the
lost mother along her evergarden violet path
as she killed her bougainvillea humanity to
survive the magnolia war she knew was brewing
in the white camellia wind, in the rose sea,
in the emerald forest, in the claudia-colored
fire, in the cattleya rain, in her iris heart, her
stephanotis blood stained hands soak through
her silene battle dress, her charlotte knife hung
from her pinkie, she saw it all with her blue lily
eyes, only the crushed dried bennet in her bag
can remind her of where she’s to go to find the
laurus major who gave her false hope in life.


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Ode To MX And Soju In South Korea

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Clanking of glasses echos
the chilling Autumn night.
The sweet liquid washes the troubling
thoughts for a moment.
“One shot, one shot” words of encouragement.
The easiest way to drown in culture.
“Soju hanna juseyo” “소주 하나 주세요”
You could say I spent more time with Soju than anyone else in South Korea.
Soju did not judge me, nor pitied me,
all the way to the final drop.
Soju wore grape perfume and liked strawberries.
But mostly bitter, like me.
I think that is why we got along.

Slap the won down, choke the bottle’s neck,
and rip off the cap.
Not the Korean way but fastest
way to forget about
the broken promises
Soju was a great listener but they
never answered the questions I asked.
But that is okay, I already knew the answer.
I just wanted validation to allow
myself to grief.


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Moving On

Author’s Note: This is a portfolio that I had to submit for my last assignment for my ENGL 420W – Advanced Poetry Writing class at CSU, Chico during my Spring 2023 semester. Below, you will find four poems and one letter to my younger self. For this submission, we had to use a photo or painting that we took/made to represent our title and the works we’ve produced this semester. But WordPress won’t let me publish it without a title so I decided to title it Moving On. You’ll notice that three of the pieces are ones that I’ve actually made before. I wanted to go back and revisit them and see if I can give them new life or a different perspective to what I originally created. Right below this author’s note is a photo of me because that is the photo I chose for my title. If you are reading this on your phone, please turn it sideways to landscape for the correct format! I hope you enjoy these!

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I Believe In You

Little Boy, sharpen yourself for the harsh realities of this world.
Your fevered ears became deaf from the toxicity.
Bitten bloodied tongue kept the fake peace, you are tired of mourning in the mornings.
Feel the blood drip down in your throat. Let it fuel you. It will allow you to survive.

Little Hmong boy, understand that respect is earned, not given.
Are you ready to fight? Fleeing, will not be an option.
I do not know when you will stop. It will be a neverending fight.
Against your culture, your language, your pride, your community, your essence.
Be patient with pog. She loves you, her favorite grandchild. Survive for her.
“I couldn’t, so you will.” Carry on her legacy, all the pain and pride.

Teen boy, mature quickly and leave behind Disney and friends.
You will lose many friends, kids can’t come along.
This will be a lonely journey of never being enough for yourself.
Remember we have reasons for our secrets. The truth will hurt more than the lies.
Down the 40oz, and sleep. Another nightmare day is on the horizon.

Teen Hmong boy, always on the grind. Troubled thoughts cloud your mind.
Sing out your tears. Your eyes will sing the saddest melodies.
The hidden voices get louder like an evil symphony.
You’ve thought about ending this melody many times.
“You’ve done well, I won’t blame you, if you decide to give up. It’s okay. I mean it.”

Young man, can you forgive yourself? Can you do that? Is it not too much?
I wish you would. It is the most difficult emotion. Forgive, that is you, that is us.
It has always been too tough, it’s hard to open up.
People will constantly leave your life, and that is okay.
But just because it is okay, I know it will always hurt you the most.

Young Hmong man, being the only Asian student in your class.
This education is a privilege, please do not waste the sacrifices from the Secret War.
Our community is too immature, too violent, to ever love and care for one another.
These OGs don’t care about the youths’ opinions and logic.
I beg you to not turn your back on your community. Save them.
They need you, desperately, more than you need them.

To you, keep moving forward day by day, and do not be trapped by your liquored past.
Your shattered heart is made of red glass. Break down those glass panes.
They could never walk your daggered path.
“Move on, it’s not like we’ve always had what we wanted. We will find a way to survive.”
It hurts because it feels good to be needed but not at the expense of losing yourself.

To you now,
Going to graduate from high school.
Attending college as a first-generation student.
Going to study abroad in a different country.
Going to live out their dream and change the world.
Shine and glow, even more, they will be amazed at your growth rate.
Don’t shy away from making mistakes.
“Adversity will make you strong and it will lead you to the top.”

I was and still am that young Hmong man. I am never going
Back to the bottom. I had
Every reason to give up. Yet, here I am.
Let the past and the future be your driving force.
I want to give you a hug and tell you
Everything is going to be okay. Please
Value the good and the bad. Go ahead and cry, please, let it all out,
Every tear for the ones you impacted, and the ones that impacted you.
I understand how you feel and don’t apologize for the way you feel.
Never give up, always find the light within.
Your feelings are valid. Trust yourself and don’t hold back.
Onwards and blaze a trail into the
Universe. “Please know, I believe in you.”


Represent Re-present!

* Crowd claps four times in succession

And this is what I rep!

I represent the silent ones! I represent the ones that never won! They expect me to fail.
But nah, I ain’t like that. I’m tough as nails, smooth like ale, and cold as hail.

They try to color my future like the Mekong while tryna make me forget about the napalms.
I sprouted from those metal shells, toxic gel couldn’t keep me in hell.

I always wanted more cuz I never had enough. My haters talk big but I know they’re all bluffs.
Imma be on my grind like I suppose. Checking off my goals like playing bingo.

Some say I’ve changed, a better question is “Why are you still the same?” I know that’s insane,
you hate me, but you know me. Cuz I don’t know you, but you know my name.

Focus on me like a final boss cuz I’m too strong, call it Nuoc Mam sauce.
You can never contain me, down to the letter I’m a bad B.

Bring on the hate. I embrace the friction. Cuz it only grows the flame.
I thank you for the attention, this fire is innate, something you can’t obtain.

Energy immaculate, going up, mastered it. I am more than what you imagined,
My work ethic make’em wheeze like an asthmatic, I accept it all, the dubs and the Ls.

Listen to those bells. My name still rings. This is Manting. I will remain king.
Yeah, it ain’t special. Simply, Just Doin Ma Ting, and I hope you do the same.

It won’t be long. Til I’m at the top. Cuz I’m never gonna stop. They’ll have no choice but to clap.
They’ll hail at me like a taxi cab. Cuz in the end, I’ve put Hmong on the map!


Let Me As You

Let me as you talk, sit next to you like kids at a playground whispering secrets we don’t want the adults 
to hear. “I have a crush on you.” That was the secret you told me. You were my best friend’s crush.
I did not want to hurt him or hurt you. Will I lose him or you?
Or, will I lose you both?

Let me as you walk, place the umbrella over your head to shield you from the rain.
If you get sick, that brings me pain. I’m too nice and that is something I can’t change.
Please, don’t take this the wrong way.
How can this pathetic me ever be enough for you?

Let me as you weep, step away. I can’t be the one to comfort you. I must not be.
Your tears carry the emotions only those who have died inside can express.
I hate to see you like this. And I hate how powerless I am to make you feel better.
If I just accept my feelings for you too, will this pain be easier?

I went back and hugged you in hopes that it would help stop your tears.
But I see that Nelson is already hugging you.
Did I make a mistake in coming back?
You move out from Nelson’s embrace and turn to me.

You asked me,
“Why are you doing this to me?! You rejected me and I accepted that. But now, you are giving
me hope. Please, stop. That is more cruel than any rejection you could’ve said.
All I’m asking for is your honesty. Do you have feelings for me too?
Or is that also too much to ask, Exia?”
I guess, in the end, I will be losing you both.

Changed

“Realization of how much we have changed over the years is scary.
We’ve learned, we’ve caved, we’ve grown, and we’ve failed.” Yet,
how do you measure how much you have changed? One step? Two
steps? One breath? Two breaths? One death? Two deaths? What more
can I do? What more can I show? This power, it is delicious… Oh my,
have I become a villain? Ahh, is this what it means to be empowered?
No longer empty! No longer embarrassed! No longer desired! No longer
sired! Brothers, do you see how much I have changed? Are you not proud?
I became what you couldn’t! I became the one who could! Is it not scary? I
am more than you could ever imagine! This potential is all possible because
I drank the potion. The potion of “fuck it.” Fuck your opinions, fuck my
limit, fuck your distractions… haha, would you like a sip of this potion too?
Chug it down, all the way to the very last drop. And when you see your
reflection in the bottle, you’ll see how much you’ve changed.


Letter to a Poet – Manting Xiong

Dear Manting Xiong,

I read your poems “I Believe In You”, “Represent Represent”, “Let Me As You”, and “Changed” for my class for the final portfolio project. I want to start off by saying thank you for writing and sharing these pieces of poetry with the world. I’ve actually read all of your previous works and I really enjoyed the pieces you’ve written this semester for Jeanne’s Advanced Poetry course at Chico State. I know your WordPress audience will look forward to you sharing this with your writing collection.

I first want to talk to you about your cover photo. You chose a photo of yourself which I thought was pretty conceited of you but the more I thought about it, it does make sense why you chose that to represent your work for this semester. You’re smiling, and that is not a normal sight for anyone to see. I think it shows the happiness you’re finding in yourself after completing college. But also, that smile hides a lot of pain and anxiety that you’ve endured this semester. That goes for everything this semester, including the work you produced for this course. You’re proud, and you weren’t afraid to show it this semester by taking up space and putting out the work that you found most interesting. It’s not much, but you did what you could. I think that will always be enough even if you yourself don’t feel like it was.

The materials you read this semester were interesting. It dove into many deep, dark, and uncomfortable topics. But they were still enjoyable to read because you had no idea what each piece was going to talk about. It was a bit difficult to read at times due to the heavy topics but when you were able to revisit each piece, it gave you new insight on how you felt about certain things. I think that was important for you and the writing you were producing. So, I think Jeanne deserves to know how grateful you are to have had her as your professor now for the fourth time and just have read great works and pieces by new authors you’ve never heard before.

Much of the feedback you received from your classmates seems to indicate how noticeable your lyricism is. Which seems to have been your strong suit and element present in most of your poems. I think if you’re able to try different things while centering it around your lyricism, your poems can really take off. Looking forward to seeing how your writing will grow and expand in the coming years.

Congratulations! You’re finally graduating! It has been a very very long six years here at Chico State. There were many points that you struggled in and it made you question if a college degree was really worth it. But I’m sure that as you reflect on your college journey, you realize how much you’ve grown. It was difficult to see that you were growing during the struggle. But now that it is over, I hope you can move forward with the parts of your life that you postponed because of college.

Thank you!

Sincerely,
Manting Xiong


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Hmong Legacy: Stories From The Heart Spring 2023 – Letter From Your Brother

April 26th, 2023

My fifth and final performance for Hmong Legacy. I had originally wanted to go with a piece that encapsulated my time and experience in Hmong Legacy. But that was not what I learned in Hmong Legacy. In Hmong Legacy, we continue to push ourselves and confront some of our deepest fears and traumas. So, with that, I wrote a whole new piece the night before the performance.

I thought I had finished writing about the topic of family as I wrote about my mom, my stepmom, and my mot grandma. There are two topics I’ve avoided writing about for the longest time because they are the two that caused me the most damage and pain. They are my older brother and my father. So, for my last piece, I decided to write about my older brother.

Hmong Legacy has been such an amazing experience throughout my undergraduate career. It allowed me to have a space where I can go to and just be Hmong. Somewhere I didn’t feel like I was fighting to just simply exist on campus. I truly hope Hmong Legacy will continue because it does wonders for our Hmong community at Chico State. Thank you to Raquel Lee and the Cross-Cultural Leadership Center for keeping Hmong Legacy going.

7 minutes and 30 seconds

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Hmong Legacy: Stories From The Heart Spring 2022 – Tav Khoon Kuv Pom

April 21st, 2022

My fourth performance for Hmong Legacy’s Reading event. It had been a very long time since my last spoken word performance so I was pretty nervous about this one. The background of this piece is talking about the fragile masculinity I’ve witnessed in the Hmong community. I had the opportunity to attend APAHE earlier that year and I listened to a workshop presented by Vince Moua. They talked about the struggles of being a Hmong professional at higher education institutions and having to be one or one of the few AAPI individuals fighting for our Hmong youths.

I sent this email to Vince after the conference because of how impactful his workshop was to me. “Thank you again for such a strong and powerful workshop you presented here at APAHE. I feel so privileged and honored to have attended and gotten to meet you and hear about your story. I resonated so much with many of the things you mentioned, especially the part about going to higher education and getting that exposure and then going back home and people who you used to go to school with, your own community, outcasts you. I hear you, and I see you and the pain that comes with that experience because I have gone through that too.”

On the right side here, you’ll see a few of Vince’s slides that I was able to capture.

The other media that I incorporated into this piece was from Joyner Lucas’ song called Things I’ve Seen. It is such a powerful song and raw in how he points to the struggles that Black women face and encounter. I wanted to incorporate that and switch to something that is more geared toward Hmong women. Also, I apologize for my usage of Hmong, I got too emotional during my piece and I was not able to correctly pronounce some of the Hmong words I had written down.

We even had a reporter from our university’s independent news source in attendance to capture the thoughts and feelings of the performers. You can read it here! Am I Hmong enough? Students search for identity in diaspora. Thank you Melvin Bui for coming out and reporting on this! Also, special thanks to Selena and the Cross-Cultural Leadership Center for keeping Hmong Legacy alive!

3 minutes and 34 seconds
Vince Moua’s Slide1
Vince Moua’s Slide2
Vince Moua’s Slide3

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