His tiny body sags like empty rice bags….as the mob fades into street traffic. His Limbs sandwiched between Death and Dignity. Between gravel and algebra graph sheets. His eyes slant over tears while he ignores the taste of blood and saliva. The taste of being called a JAP, THAT STUPID ASIAN, LUNCHBOX, were still sour on his lips…He was one of those chinks they love to pick on. So stooping a few feet our slanted eyes meet and i translate the urban speak to this suburban geek.

THESE streets dont take “ASIANS” seriously. outnumbered, stereotyped, and labeled:

WEAK, Subservient, Portable punching bags, trash cans….SHIT STAINS IN THE PAVEMENT.

Model minor—SAVE IT! we wont speak of advance placement when high GPAs dont stop the racist displays this child faces. He’ll one day find a safe haven by the metro station while school bells knock their roll call.

He will embody that street name where that asian was left staining the steps. An outcast completing the circle and he’s out to find you! assimilating in to the street theory of survival the fittest. In these classrooms shaped like cages, these hallway slums empty oildrums  called lockers filled with useless paper.

i fuel fires with test papers, science projects, tattered text books, course syllabuses, and that essay i wrote about WHY COLLEGE IS NOT FOR ME. And all people will see are deviant acts and not an SOS.

So im dodging bullets, beat downs for being brown, YELLOW! Your statistics mean nothing because i cant see past the next fist, the next slur bombarded before the next bell occurs. These black and white blurs leave the brown and yellow obscure and they wanna talk options?…College?…

But like this empty rice bag i remain unconcious. Primal intoxicated survivalist so i scream things like this dumb “muthafucka” out here straight As and those study groups wont save you. Atleast fake like you know kung fu DAYM!

If i was in your shoes id tokyo drift my foot in their asses thats right. pull a bruce lee! cuz the truth is all these blocks are filled with soldiers waging a nameless war. you’ll hear the stories of the should’ve been, another asian who could’ve been, woudlve been, now termed “thug”

demoralized male mentality corner blocks deemed family. DONT TRY TO CONVINCE ME THAT SCHOOL IS THE ANSWER!

unless you plan on connie chung a paper Entitled “Bastardizing the Asian Man” because eventually i will become the hardworking chinaman, the devious gook, the savage dog eater, the opressive patriach, and your hall way janitor cleaning up the blood stains of our children youll call charlie.

so we’re listening to underground hip hop

tryna keep it real…so this is not a piece

but a story….but one chapter of my life

i dont need you to feel sorry for me….go on “ignore” me…

but atleast give the next asian a reason to fight…..FOR HIMSELF!