Immigrant

Gavyn said that my dumplings stunk,

They reeked of leeks and pork,

I wrapped them last night,

My hands covered in white,

I stare at them again as they run for the door.

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That reminds me of an Asian,

She looked to be nine,

Her face was a steamed bun,

I hated to be another one,

So I twisted the muscles and strayed out of line.

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Dad said respect comes from assertion,

Let no one invade your private space,

I mastered this art,

Won with my fast car

Until I became referee of the race.

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It’s scary to be an immigrant,

It’s scarier to live in fear,

I battled with words,

Showed off my swords,

Now, why don’t the locals want to live here?

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So now it’s sitting with the book,

Confessions of Submissive East Asian Women,

The more pain I feel,

The more I see what is fake and real,

With the help of a little rhythm.

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