White devil
I wonder when the idea was born. Sprouting like nausea in the pits of your stomachs: this
intolerance. This HATE, clogging your arteries like fat, like too much spit in your mouth,
like too much wax in your ears, which maybe is why you looked and never saw, which maybe is why
you heard and you never listened.
Trail of tears. Hong Kong. The Crusades. Yeah, you got a catalog
of conquerings. Just look at the First Nations in Australia, in Canada, in America, hell, everywhere.
Y’ spread wondrously. Y’ spread gloriously. Y’ spread like acne.
You swarm toward nations you have no right invading in the name of God.
To convert the savages. To civilize the animals. But in reality you just don’t know the true meaning of civilization.
Since when did God become an excuse to bully? You have dirtied
your chapels, vomited on your cathedrals, and hurled your crucifixes down gutters filled with your daughters’ shit,
throwing your god under the bus that you use to rip up peaceful dirt roads like a heathen stamp
and ship herds of inferior Homo sapiens from their hometowns
do you even know what homo means
oh wait, yeah, you burn them at the stake like you do witches, for heresy,
for loving people you don’t
for being gay, but they’re probably happier than you’ll ever be.
Ironically, by riot and raze of your fellow humans in the name of supremacy
and God,
you are the blasphemers.
Yeah, go on, gimme that condescending smile. The one
that feels like cold spaghetti, thatcha throw at everyone you meet.
Those fuckin Arabs. The niggers. Chinks. Japs. The Latinos. You even suppress your own women,
you know you were a woman when you were conceived. That’s why you have nipples. All boys are girls in the womb
before your Y chromosome kicks in, so not only do you suffocate your mothers, sisters, daughters, cousins, and best friends,
you’re suffocating yourselves at the very bases of who you are. You could call that an identity issue.
Other identity issues? I already mentioned Homo sapiens.
I mean, if you’re gonna treat other human beings like handwipes,
you might as well think twice before you name our species “same”.
The Chinese called y’ foreign devils. White devils. You know what white represents in Chinese culture?
Death. We wear it to funerals. You wear it at weddings. Same thing.
When you marry a woman where you are, something in her dies, in her
very rights and her foundation. You’re a federation of murder. Rape. Justified terror. Immature nine-year olds with ships and guns.
You come to convert us, then you ravage everything we love
and call it charity.
And yes, I know, this barbarism is not confined to the white race,
or the male gender, or the educated class, savages come in all colors and chromosomes. Conquerors are all animals
in their core. Ironic, because I remember once
your men called my grandmother one.
I wrote this while watching Ip Man, a movie about the Wing Chun master who mentored Bruce Lee and stood for racial respect and equality. It’s about white conquerors like Britain and America, but also for any bully of any kind, people who think themselves superior and use it as an excuse to crush.
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