Here is some post-colonial thought for you
Stop telling me the past is past
And what happened happened, and that my life is better for it
Can’t you see what has been done
How I have changed because my father changed who changed because his father
was chained
because your great grandfather wanted us to be
like you
With your good morning maam’s and spoons and knifes
And A for apples and B for Ball
To civilize me …
Don’t you fucking tell me its ok.
Don’t you fucking tell me its ok
Because the fact that I am standing here
Spitting to you my anger
in a language that is not mine
That was not supposed to be mine…
in small town Missouri is not ok.
You cant see yourself in Kathmandu
Slamming in Nepali can you …
Don’t you fucking tell me to calm down
Cause you think the way are is the way to be
With your “its so funny you eat with your hands”
And its so funny you use water to clean your bums
and its so funny this and its so funny that
why the fuck are we the anomaly.
Is it because you wear a tie and a dress
And define freedom to mean
generating small talks about sex…
I refuse to be a victim of inferior conformity
especially if its shrouded in a fake veil of progress
And don’t you impose Kant and Smith and Marx on me
judging our lives
Through the bullshit in yours
And I am taught that they are great cause they knew
They knew my ass is what they knew
And fuck your materialism and capitalism
And while you are fucking fuck socialism too…
So don’t tell me colonization is over
cause its not
And I am a living proof.
