#multiculturalism
is a # ... read : abstract
concept
to place limits ... read : abstract
concept
on infinity ... read : object
existing.
To count the colors in a rainbow,
Or to catch a rainbow,
Or to describe a rainbow,
You forfeit perfect vision.
Diagnosis : become knocked off of your feet
Forget gravity
Look at a drop of water Up Close In the Sunlight
Kiss it
Drink
Refract light when you feel full
and round
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 6:00 PM UTC
Every time you rhyme
everything sounds the same
but when I rap exact
I find it a bit inane
so you'll find in my lines
that the sound has changed
inside your mind I'm spreading a taint
with a sound so new you get inundated
with thoughts so ******* that yours get faded.
Rap is a game and this is how I play it
chew the brain food
this the way I cater
pursue the obtuse
so I form my cadence
eschew the assumed
treat the invaders
like they’re your neighbours
accommodate new thoughts
until they sound the same as
us
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 12:21 AM UTC
white hands are magnetically attracted to my tresses
the way they bounce when i'm running to the bus stop
how it curls from the top to the bottom.
when i tell people what i am
they nod and say,
"no wonder you have that hair."
i wake up in the morning conscious of my existence
the whiteness of my father's father is not present in my skin
but it is there in the way i talk on the phone,
"ain't" and "finna" tucked neatly into the corners of my teeth.
when my boss sees me for the first time in person,
they will part their mouth slightly and say,
"you're so unique."
the latinos at school are lighter than me
their hair is straighter than mine
and their spanish is much more polished.
when they heard my first grammar mistake
they frowned and said,
"oh great, another ******* coconut."
i will die an oxymoron, a paradox
a cultural clusterfuck who doesn't know what a border is.
i will die undefined, unknown, as a variable in a math problem
written by the hands of a white man
who thought everything could be solved
if it was done his way.
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 11:36 AM UTC
Growing up in an Asian household
Dating out of my race was something my parents would scold
Bringing home a white man made my parents question what honor would I uphold
Despite all the criticism, I gave them a sight to behold
One by one I see the disapproval on their face
When I bring someone home that is not of my race
All I hear is murmurs and whispers of how I am a disgrace
But I muted all the muttering because with him everything was in place
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 12:36 AM UTC
My blood tells me a different story to my soul.
My passport has a stamp I cannot recognize,
An accent invades my tongue that I cannot pinpoint-
I am from many worlds
And I sing the songs of many souls.
My scattered roots find a way to your lonely tree,
And in my own confusion
I become the master of empathy.
You're so called 'difficult' name rolls off my tongue
Effortlessly,
And I'll have you convinced that we are kin.
Your language
Your skin
Your culture
Is no barrier on the grounds
of those who know no bounds
To existence.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC