Fred Wah

What’s yr race and she said what’s yr hurry how ’bout it cock asian man I’m just going for curry. You ever been to ethni-city? How ’bout multi-culti? You ever lay out skin for the white gaze? What are you, banana or egg? Coconut maybe? Something wrong Charlie Chim-chong-say-wong-leung-chung? You got a slant to yr marginal eyes? You want a little rice with that garlic? Is this too hot for you? Or slimy    or bitter    or smelly    or tangy    or raw    or sour — a little too dirty on the edge hiding underneath crawling up yr leg    stuck between the fingernails? Is that a black hair in yr soup? Well how you wanna handle this? You wanna maintain a bit of différ-ence? Keep or mother’s other? Use the father for the fodder? What side of John A. Macdonald’s tracks you on anyway? How fast you think this train is going to go?