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Asian Ignorance


“Asian” used to be a thing of beauty,

But now there are images of labor—

Simply that is our soul duty.

But we, just like all, are humble neighbors.

 

Here I am, color of sand

Amongst everywhere I stand

One.

Majorities do not see—

A foreigner of this land.

 

You find it so spectacular

That I am a holy token

Of critical slang vernacular,

Where you make students stop speaking

Once I have spoken.

 

The curriculum emphasizes the importance of race

And I am the sole representative with simply my face—

Like a charity case,

You say anything without disgrace.

 

But I forgive your unfamiliarity

I understand  a minority is a rarity

Teach your students this and

Let me provide you with clarity:

 

“I’m too yellow to understand.”

But with courage, I can withstand

You.

I am not the genocide

To lay your dead hand.

 

When they all point fingers,

To this empire of bravery

Though their ignorance still lingers

Their taste is quite savory.

 

You are entitled to your opinion,

But remember that we bring peace

To your methods of dominion

And share our cultures, ideas, and tension release.

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