Tuesday, November 19, 2002
An excerpt from my friend Justin tearing up the mic... read the rest here.
I never meant to worry my family, I was trying to identify/ With the blood in me that I ignored and had always set aside/ Internal genocide resulting from struggling to indemnify/ The ignorance of my Korean blood on which I still survive/ For a time I vowed to not be seen with Caucasian relatives/ Blindness to my own roots led to many nights of restlessness/ Confused by AZN Pryde and other senseless propaganda/ Clung to anything Asian to close in on what I was after/ But for ingratiating a group of Vietnamese that was emaciated/ I was laughed at, spat on and utterly humiliated/ "Fake Asian," "Slim Shady," "Twinkie" and other epithets/ All from the mouths of kids who couldn�t even compose sentences/ Yet for not being "Asian enough," I�m still hated for my features/ Intimidated and shitted on by racist demeanors/ The closet white supremacists won�t befriend anyone foreign/ And the politics aren�t favoring me but are actually ignoring/ Trapped in a paradox, too internally white to be Asian/ Trapped in a paradox, too externally yellow to be Caucasian |
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in?scrip?tion (n-skrip-shun)n.
the facts.
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