My name is Min,
I hardly sin.
I came to America in hopes to sing;
however, instead I found my king.

He is 6 foot 4,
far from poor.
He’s built like Hulk,
ever so bulk.

When I was little,
and used to fiddle,
I was told,
“Always be bold
Never give up and never give in,
Follow your heart,
until it darts.”

10 years wasted,
twice impregnated.
Nothing but hatred,
for you my love- Ackrid.

I gave you my all,
up until this fall.

One day during lunch,
I had a hunch.
Seven years from now, you’ll awake,
and your heart will ache.
Not with pain,
for I was your cocain,
but with regret,
for when we met
my path was then offset.

So here i stand,
ready to land.
Far from home,
now all alone.

Keep in touch,
for I love you much-
my one true love,
my only shove.