So I am a mutt And this is my poem about having split identities And not knowing who the **** I am I am Chinese and Irish Got them green eyes, but eat rice with every dish Have the freckles, but my first language wasn't English
Back in high school, people called me white washed But then, Pointed and called me that Asian People would sneer, "You aren't even real Chinese" But there are so many things you all don't see Like how my Tiger mom screams at home About getting straight As Till her shrills leave me frozen to the bone And when I had a boyfriend she didn't approve of She yanked my hair And I cried it wasn't fair She yelled, "oh I'll give the boys something to stare" I watched as she cut all of it off Strand by strand Like a strong gust of wind blowing all the leaves off the branches till it was bare in winter The following day at school, my excuse was I needed a new look, so this was her And meals I don't even know how to translate into English are my comfort food But I can down some fries and burgers when I'm with the dudes
I embrace both sides of what I am But people categorize me into one, ******* With my Chinese family They straight up tell you You too skinny, too fat, so silly They say my accent has gotten worse The anger builds up of embarrassment and hurt The race makes my face so red, it's like my head will soon burst There's this underlying feeling of shame, that's the worst Which side of me do I need to prioritize first? I'm drowning between the ocean of two separate cultures, I'm submersed English is the language I think in and I curse There's so much more I can't even tell you within this verse
Oh the irony doesn't end there My driving stereotypes are quite the scare Cause I'm Chinese, automatically I **** at driving But mixed with Irish, I'm also road raging It's probably the worst combination Of a stereotype from two different nations Ha oh there's more The drinking stereotype that's for sure Irish side could down the whiskey much too quickly But the Chinese typically are easily tipsy This mix is kind of risky One turns so incredibly red And the other can get so drunk, you'd see two heads
I feel I am constantly at war One side always wanting more