We work together,
Making the party happen,
Hauling kegs and ice,
Through the throng,
As men grope our passing bodies,
Because our hands are full,
And we cannot defend ourselves,
Hands blindly seeking our cocks,
Nipples, asses,
One finds your waistband,
And squirms down,
The back,
And a man says,
"Me rikey"
Because he thinks you're Chinese,
You are Tahitian, and American,
And the son,
Of a military official,
You were born in Hawaii,
Speak English, French, Russian,
Japanese and Spanish like a native,
And are more American,
Than I am,
And you cut his throat,
With your tongue,
Because this happens every day,
You are fetishized for being exotic,
Denegrated for not being compliant,
Complacency isn't your thing,
And the movies lied,
About how you know kung fu,
About how willing,
How gracious,
How docile,
He should expect you to be,
You should feel lucky,
To have a white man want you,
You cut his throat,
With your tongue,
And as he bleeds out,
Lying prone in a spreading pool,
In front of his friends,
On the dancefloor,
We carry our kegs to the back,
My ears burning red,
My face hot,
Because I am proud of how you,
Cut him down and,
I am ashamed,
Of how they treat you,
Night after night,
And I am thinking about,
Bruce Lee playing Kato,
Mickey Rooney in Breakfast at Tiffany's,
How Charlie Chan never said,
"I", "Me", or "We",
When you turn to me,
In the walk-in cooler,
And say,
"Nobody fucks with,
the Dlagon Rady,
Ah So, bitches."
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