by Changming Yuan
no, no, no
no more do i want to be
a chinaman, brown-visioned
with all my yellowish
outlooks, yellowish sentiments
nor do I intend to be
a red-skinned big-foot
with my ancestors' vast land
all occupied by foreign devils
nor a rising black star
with evil pale-faced memories
nor a big white boss
with all the world's politically correct dollars
rather, I prefer to be a tiny rock
sitting still at a hilltop, or on the roadside
watching, observing, even whistling
when there is a wind blowing hard
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I really, really like this poem. It speaks a lot to me of the rampant and disgusting racism I've witnessed these days. It's always nice to see another point of view and perspective touching on the same injustices that I feel need addressing.
ReplyDeleteWonderfully and beautifully put, by the by.