dear hollywood
hi i’m asian
wait, stop! hold the gong and oriental music for a second!
i’m a native new yorker and lived here all my life
but my “yellow” complexion, jet black hair, and small eyes
compel you to think otherwise
to you i'm an exotic fruit
ripe and perfectly sweet for the taking
or a silent and submissive geisha
who will kill herself if i’m cheated on
no, no i’m the comedic relief
with taped eyelids and accented eyebrows
but in reality, i’m the one laughing
because the white actor you cast looks like a freaking alien
oh, now you’re going to hire actual asian actors!
to play physical manifestations of 19th century caricatures
to perpetuate racial stereotypes without all the makeup
but now you aren't racist
because we’re in on the joke too!
all asian men are exactly the same
quiet, awkward, nerdy, emasculated
all asian women are exactly the same
quiet, awkward, nerdy, fetishsized
we’re all characterizations to fit societal definitions of femininity and masculinity
and you disregard everyone who doesn’t fit in your hetero cisgendered norm
i guess i should be grateful i’m the recipient of that man’s awestruck gaze
from his jaundiced eyes
because i’m the perfect item
to complete his samurai sword and calligraphy scroll collection
instead of the molly ringwald grimaces
the fifteen seconds it takes for steve harvey to catch his breath
the laughter that follows when two broke girls just think they’re so clever
when they regurgitate punchlines that inspired lines to punch the new foreign exchange student
and that boy,
slobbering blood all over his mouth,
can’t rest easy when he sees an older reflection of himself
in a video if he ever tried to escape by flying “ the friendly skies”
to you, the asian actors weren’t really acting at all
but no, you got it all wrong
it was the non-asian actors that were letting their true racism show
because for the first time, your portrayal is accurate
in its reflection of the real life ridicule and long history of dehumanization
we’ve suffered for centuries
and when an asian actor has the chance to play someone other than the laughingstock
you use the excuse that asian actors aren’t bankable enough
well if everyone stopped laughing maybe they’d be more than the running joke
but instead they’re running twice as hard to a finish line that was never laid out for them
you think all asian people are the same
but let me tell you the blizzard you started is blinding
at least the white actors now are smart enough to know
yellowface isn’t a good look for their faces or careers
hi i’m scarlett johansson as motoko kusanagi
hi i’m emma stone as allison ng
hi i’m tilda swinton as the tibetan ancient one
hi i’m nat wolff as light yagami
thanks for casting them so that we’re entirely non-existent
much like the history behind the train tracks laid down from sea to shining sea
or the concern over why u.s soldiers’ jeep tire tracks were stained red
could you ever imagine what it would look like to see only an asian on a movie poster
or will we forever be scattered yellow post- its
useful when needed
crushed when disposed
we strain our necks to see a familiar face among the set pieces
strain our ears to hear lilly okanakamura and katana
but their silence speaks volumes
their presence solely used for decoration
we’ve only ever been in the background
even in asia itself
because in your world
somehow tom cruise is the last samurai
and matt damon is the ultimate savior of ancient china
or were they simply fulfilling the modern fictionalized version
of the white man’s burden?
and when i try to voice my thoughts
people are taken aback i even have a voice
and blow me off because it’s all ching chong wing wong
no i’m not the hypersexualized china doll fantasy
trapped in the walls of the house
with a fervent need for playtime
no i’m not the docile schoolgirl
hands forever at mid peek-a-boo
as i giggle every time i’m treated like a child
no,
i’m not playing
no, this time
i’m doing the schooling
stop telling me i shouldn’t see color
my eyes exist and i have never seen someone who looks like me on screen
no wonder no one can guess what i am for halloween
stop telling me i should go watch asian content for respectable representation
i’m an american
not an eternal foreigner because of my ethnicity
stop telling me i’m overreacting
when i’ve grown up seeing myself as a constant over exaggeration
next time you want to take a bite out of my heritage
know that
i bite back
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