Don't pretend you know yourself,
You multi-ethnic mutt
We came to the States as beggars
You and I,
So what, you have an American mom.
Aren't we acting for the same crowd?
Feel pressure to perform, do you?
Go ahead, release it
Feel the artificial warmth
of applause and public recognition
To appease your aching minority complex.
We've all got one
Trust in the Lord, you say
What do you have to bring?
A monologue, I'm sure.
Another round of holy applause for this clown, please
"Find your own voice" he tells me.
A helpful young cheek, this one
I find many to be just as helpful.
To the hidden people, whose histories have
Been exploded out of their compacted intestines
Brains ripped out and compartmentalized
Into this damn society's grid.
There is no use for you in this world as you are now
Don't let the accolade fool you.
And yes, I'm passive aggressive.
Deal with it.
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