the underside of predilection — a poem
content warning: graphic depictions of sexual assault and harassment
i am the golden of sunflowers,
and the beaming rays of sunup, sundown.
the cocoa of my eyes
passed down from dynasties before me
qin,
tang,
song,
but hidden in the shadows
of a rapist’s culture,
like the ghost that has colonized my closet,
it makes itself known,
knocks
one
two
three times
and suddenly,
my east asian ethnicity is your turn on.
the very skin that bottles my ancestors,
the legacy i have inherited
has been filched and forced into a mania
alas—now a sexual fantasy.
three millenniums of culture
yet we are known only
as the ‘asians’ to your
i love asian women.
what about my sleek black hair
tells you that i seek to be dominated?
what about the purple and pink hue of my lips
alludes to the whines and whimpers
you believe you can coax out of me?
the tent in your trousers
and the stirring of your loins
is what leads you to delusion
as if i am your china doll,
dainty and delicate
who wants wholly to be manhandled.
aren’t you afraid of breaking me?
perhaps,
you’ll make an exception if it is your pleasure
that comes from my ruin.
you are exotic
like durian
and mangosteen,
no more than fruits native to my land,
for you to suckle the juices
from the pulps of my flesh
until it drips down your chin.
i am left in a puddle of misconception
and pure repulsion
for you, canaille, have
plucked my jade hairpins
one by one
like a chicken’s feathers
before gutting me with your fingers,
like the seeds of a cantaloupe,
like turkey on christmas day
to be devoured,
until you leave
satiated and flaccid.
i am not bashful
nor docile
keep your crude fixations to yourself
i am not aroused, ready for the devastation of my temple.
careful,
you resemble a predator
and i will be damned
if i allow you
“to ride me like a kawasaki”— i am not even
of japanese descent.
About the Creator
danika poon
19—
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