May I have your attention please?
Just a quick disclaimer before we start this piece of poetry
I’ll warn you now that this might seem full of profanity
But please understand I don’t mean any of this offensively
I just have a propensity for processing by putting words together obsessively
Cos intrusive thoughts tend to be floating deep in my head extensively
Devilishly begging me to fill them with obscenity,
But I guess that’s why they often suggest journaling in therapy
I just can’t help but connect the words sent to me dementedly,
Cos like all of us I’ve got a slim shady lurking inside of me
Who’s percolating ideas while biding his time
Dying to spit some crazy rhymes that’re simply sublime
But these days satire’s a tricky line to define
And already my anxiety’s telling me this whole thing’s fucking asinine
Relax bitch, bury it with a glass of wine, it’s fine, I’m divine
But for the sake of time I’ll try to do this quickly, hopefully
At least before the alcoholic bitch sobers up and chokes me
But really, anxiety’s no real cause for dismay, so anyways,
Welcome to dead poets society,
I’ve got something to say
Now please, discard your sensitivities and have a seat
I’m boutta show you how to make words dance even without a beat
Cos even though at first glance, you might not think this of me
But I promise you, I did get a creative writing degree
I know, it’s not very Asian of me
But I never really liked stereotypes
So go ahead, stigmatize about dick size all you like
I’m sure the low hanging fruit must taste real frickin nice
But really, we both know they’re just spiteful slights
And they’re far from erudite, belittling based on perceived sights
Despite the human soul’s lights having more color than just white
But still annoyingly they have quite the tendency
to retain tenancy living in rent free like a fucking parasite
And speaking of lights, I’ll readily admit that I actually prefer nights
but I’m diamond so while I’m up here lemme refract this spotlight
And highlight some issues that desperately need more rights
Maybe I’m crazy or maybe I’m just a lil bit shady,
but I think I might as well shine this light
since I’m already buried in this B rabbit energy, right?
I mean really, don’t you think this is a linguistically beautiful sight?
This miracle piece of empirically satirically antagonistic lyrical delight
Or is it just me?
Ah shit, there’s the anxiety
To be honest though, I’m a little embarrassed to confess
But I think it’s about to time for me to finally address
How othering had me more than a little distressed
Depressed from my teens to my early twenties more or less
Where a lack of success had me possessed by insecurities
When really all along it’s just been a work in progress
But I guess belonging’s a little harder when you’re a yellow like me
Cos historically media’s always painted us on the outside you see
And even if it was just metaphorically,
my favorite shows would still satirize people who looked like me
And the only way we ever made top five was asian females in Pornhub categories
Don’t get me wrong I’m not asking to be idolized
But neither have I ever committed any crimes
At worst, I’m only complicit in punching a couple of lines
But I’d never punch down on anyone just to climb
I’m just refusing to be minimized
So now I’m left wondering how we can compromise
please advise.