FUVK LA

FUCK THIS SHIT ASS COMPUTER.
FUCK YOU FOR FUCKING TURNING OFF, FOR NO FUCKING REASON.
FUCK YOU. CAUSE NOW, MY FUCKING HARD WORK FOR THE PAST FUCKING FIVE HOURS IS GONE. FUCK YOU CAUSE MY POEM, WHICH WAS 1 MINUTE AWAY FROM BEING PUBLISHED, IS GONE. FUCK YOU.

SO HERE I GO AGAIN. TRYING TO RECREATE WHAT YOU FUCKING DESTROYED. MY CREATIVITY. BITCH.

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Biting At Neo-colonialism Gets Little Attention
by Rishik Menon


Foreign talent. And thats really how foreign their talent is
that you cant even recognise it when you see it,
throbbing around our city like a pulse
pumping through our water pipes, polyvinyl cholride,
plastic. cheap, disposable and most of the time transparent.
though when that shield of invisibility dissapears,
unsightly, offensive to the senses and begging to be hidden
behind old rusty zinc sheets and timeless stigma.


foreign. so foreign that we dont actually attach the word
talent to them, cause that word is too at home with us
to be associated with 'them'. Nope, instead we add another word,
equally foreign to us: labour. of course not meaning to discount
the efforts of our long forgotten working class.
but why still do you look on at spite at this new breed of men?
not as if they are replacing you. After all it was us who chose
not to lose face, so its not exactly our place to be replaced at all.


foreign. as in foreign diseases, like you learn in your neighbourhood CCs?
so is that why, we avoid them like the plague on the MRTs,
and instead choose to sit next to our patriotic part time NS men
who perfume the carridge with sweat that belittles whatever aroma
that slighted you away from that foreign fruit in the first place?
i mean like, hey, spending hours away practising jungle warfare,
to protect our urban city state (which was constructed by you know who)
sure seems like a productive effort. Man, Talk about nation building, huh?


Foreign. too foreign such that our local courtesy campaigns stop short of them.
Foreign enough, that belittling them and teaching your children to do so
is about as acceptable as thinking up nursery rhymes to mock animals in
our zoos or night safaris. Is that how foreign they are? so foreign that the humanity in their
faces fade away as they step into their cloudy world of concrete powder smoke? so foreign
that we are excused from our day to day show of humility, and mentally demolish whatever
dignity they had, in spite of the fact they helped construct the infrastructure and groundworks
for the same city we sparkle with pride for during national day parades?


and how ironic it is, that you have no idea how foreign you become,
when your eyes stare daggers at him for merely glancing you over.
as if he needed your glare to be turned off by your beautiful ingratitide.
oh, how little do you know, how foreign your face becomes when
it contorts from your disgusting digust at seeing them walk your
beautiful pruned and manicured garden city streets,
corrupting your view on your way back from work,
after travelling thousands of miles from their own home to make a home for us.

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the first one was so much better. GAAH!