Derek’s Poem – Dear Key

Hi, my name is Bruce D

May I have your attention please?

Just a quick disclaimer before we start this piece of poetry

I’ll warn you now that this might seem full of profanity

But please understand I don’t mean any of this offensively

I just have a propensity for processing by putting words together obsessively

Cos intrusive thoughts tend to be floating deep in my head extensively

Devilishly begging me to fill them with obscenity,

But I guess that’s why they often suggest journaling in therapy

I just can’t help but connect the words sent to me dementedly,

Cos like all of us I’ve got a slim shady lurking inside of me

Who’s percolating ideas while biding his time

Dying to spit some crazy rhymes that’re simply sublime

But these days satire’s a tricky line to define

And already my anxiety’s telling me this whole thing’s fucking asinine

Relax bitch, bury it with a glass of wine, it’s fine, I’m divine

But for the sake of time I’ll try to do this quickly, hopefully

At least before the alcoholic bitch sobers up and chokes me

But really, anxiety’s no real cause for dismay, so anyways,

Welcome to dead poets society,

I’ve got something to say

 

Now please, discard your sensitivities and have a seat

I’m boutta show you how to make words dance even without a beat

Cos even though at first glance, you might not think this of me

But I promise you, I did get a creative writing degree

I know, it’s not very Asian of me

But I never really liked stereotypes

So go ahead, stigmatize about dick size all you like

I’m sure the low hanging fruit must taste real frickin nice

But really, we both know they’re just spiteful slights

And they’re far from erudite, belittling based on perceived sights

Despite the human soul’s lights having more color than just white

But still annoyingly they have quite the tendency

to retain tenancy living in rent free like a fucking parasite

And speaking of lights, I’ll readily admit that I actually prefer nights

but I’m diamond so while I’m up here lemme refract this spotlight

And highlight some issues that desperately need more rights

Maybe I’m crazy or maybe I’m just a lil bit shady,

but I think I might as well shine this light

since I’m already buried in this B rabbit energy, right?

I mean really, don’t you think this is a linguistically beautiful sight?

This miracle piece of empirically satirically antagonistic lyrical delight

Or is it just me?

Ah shit, there’s the anxiety

 

To be honest though, I’m a little embarrassed to confess

But I think it’s about to time for me to finally address

How othering had me more than a little distressed

Depressed from my teens to my early twenties more or less

Where a lack of success had me possessed by insecurities

When really all along it’s just been a work in progress

But I guess belonging’s a little harder when you’re a yellow like me

Cos historically media’s always painted us on the outside you see

And even if it was just metaphorically,

my favorite shows would still satirize people who looked like me

And the only way we ever made top five was asian females in Pornhub categories

Don’t get me wrong I’m not asking to be idolized

But neither have I ever committed any crimes

At worst, I’m only complicit in punching a couple of lines

But I’d never punch down on anyone just to climb

I’m just refusing to be minimized

So now I’m left wondering how we can compromise

please advise.