How many Asians does it take
to shut racism down?
Everyone knows Asians die quietly.
While dancing through admissions systems not designed for us
as the world runs on railroad tracks our grandfather's backs laid
where does the train go today?
The one time we raised our voices
was when they prosecuted us like "the Blacks"
like our skin wasn't stitched into the golden hide of history enough
Wanted to be America so bad that we
colored our racism the same
lines barely capable of containing all that negative space
The violence inside of us forgetting
that in the end, Peter Liang's blood would've
been an identical stain on that starving, naked floor