Me Colored Too

They call me a model while my body remains a minority Nobody understands that what I'm called is contradictory The setting ain't a blessing but a violent hypocrisy I struggle to know but forced to forget my history Because model. and minority, ain't the same and never will be. Because even if I can write my name in the right stroke order I will never, and always be yellow I ain't good at starcraft and even worse at math. And I can't even talk to my grandparents as my mandarin falls through the cracks My broken chinese is modeled after the way I hold my chopsticks Where who I am will always crack, stack and shift. society sees me as too asian but my father sees me as too black I don’t even know what the fuck it means to go back my psychic splits into fractures as my identity turns to sand, it blows to the east into a commie, the west into jackie chan Where the assimilation model forgets the one way english dope choke. and forgets that Asia-America ain't a country and my soul was severed on the boat every clack on the track becomes a flash back to the straw hats and hair tails where the coolie's forgotten name transpires into dust onto the silk trail We stepped off the boat asian people, but versed through halls into black. The lynchings of my brothers in LA comes rushing back Cuz 17 ain't embroidered with gold colored 8's Cuz buddha smiles down upon my suffocated space My race races through into fluid paper cranes Gratiuitous becomes synonymous with forgotten bloody stains The eclipse of white and black out shines the yellow moon My body becomes invisible don't forget that me colored too. My sentence structure ain't the best but my grammar is unique Because the structure of my suffering is rendered obsolete And my language just becomes black tattooes on ignorant shoulders But I ain't correcting the way they say ni hao any longer I drive my identity into the belly of the beast Because fuck what an asian is I'll tell you what is me.