Come explore the exotic Asia
Come explore the exotic me
Taste me all you want
I don’t mind.

Lick me
Bite me
Drink me
Eat me
Fuck me
Objectify me
Dehumanize me
I don’t mind.

When I protest against my inhumanity,
I fall upon deaf ears,
stumble upon blind eyes,
for you see what you only want to see,
you hear what you only want to hear.

You only see our native dances
dancing for you and only you,
waving happily at you with my chinky eyes,
dazzling you with my saris,
obedient to your imperialist whims

You only smell the tantalizing scents
of the delicious dishes spread eagle before you,
take your pick from wontons to curry,
waiting for you to fuck me with your hungry mouth

But you do not truly see me.

You do not see the sweat glistening off my back
as I break myself picking sugar canes in Hawaii

You do not see the despair in my eyes
as my head is being smashed in by a baseball bat

You do not feel my humiliation
as my turban is being torn from me

You do not know the sacrifices
that I have made to be seen
as a true American,
only to be reminded that I am not,
with every chingchongtingtonglinglongs,
with every rant that we must go home,
with every hurtful words you spew at me
but
its okay
I am Taste of Asia, after all
I throw my pride and dignity away
for mere profits
so its okay,

I don’t mind.