why can only white people write about being human
oh my asian gods my kitchen god hear me pray i send unto you this cry for help
in a white classroom i write a poem about my mom beating me as a kid but then i'm in shanghai and see an osmanthus flower drop from a branch and i forgive her because i realize she's ethnic and i must ethnically love her
桂花，菊花，藕花
all of these exotic flowers you can't read
if only you're ethnic like me
do you smell the jasmine
do you taste the osmanthus
do you even know what osmanthus is?
lick your lips when you see my exotic flower
i dance in chains for you
you drink to my misery
i'm a mystery you revel over
this is genuine
tell me i'm real
After my mother finishes ethnically beating me with a bamboo cane because she is traditionally Chinese and not civilized white society,
she gives me a bowl of peanut noodles
she gives me a bowl of congee, and a bun, 还有一碗炒粉
还有红烧肉，还有四季豆，还有青菜
i just listed off more chinese dishes
or maybe i didn't
maybe i just said go fuck yourself in chinese
but you trust me, don't you?
trust i'll hand over my yellow skin on a silver platter
yummy yummy yummy
i'll spin you soft flowers from the exotic places i've been to
oh the places you'll go
the foreign languages
the funny-looking food
my funny-looking face
you want authenticity
you want real chinese food
no fake american knockoffs
you want what my people really ate
go to the fields and pick out some weeds to eat
set the rice to cook in a beat up pot
go shit in a hole and come back to cook the weeds
with the pork grease we saved from last night
you love it when we're poor
when my mother yells at me
her screams losing meaning over a culture gap of my creation
you love how ethnic she is when she beats me
the scars of my exotic pain
i chase a petty fame you designed for me
my words are just another fantasy for you to salivate
call my existence a bridge to another culture
eat at a hole-in-the-wall and call yourself CULTURED
pat yourself on the back for not being a clueless white boy
we pay our rent from your illusion
find me another way to survive
i don't know how much longer i can lie