Yellow

Wow, been a really long time since I've posted anything here. Thought I'd try to get back to it, but I've said that before haven't I? So here's an old poem I wrote (that's somewhat unfinished). Poetry is fun, though I wouldn't say I'm any good at writing it.

This poem is the militant side of me, and those that are close to me know I can be pretty damn militant. Anyway, here you go.

Yellow
by Jonathan Tsuei

You say I’m Yellow
Well I say I’m Golden
And you’ve smuggled my culture
It’s stolen

Serpentine dragons line your walls
Our symbols are sold in your malls

But what do you know about me
Besides chopsticks and rice
How about Angel Island
Infested with rats and lice?

How about poetry carved in wood
Asking for a chance to make good

You preach freedom and equality
“It’s available to all,” that’s make believe
And you’re going to have to try harder
To make me believe

Free if you’re occidental
And you know that’s not accidental

I’m proud of the tint in my skin
My eyes are brown and not blue
You say they’re slanted
But I can see more clearly than you

You give me that sideways glance
You’d rather my people were never given a chance

You say I’m Yellow
Well I say I’m Golden
You’ve smuggled my culture
You can consider this pact broken