Orlando De Los Santos

Rookie (9-3-1996 / Queens, New York)

Chinese Worker - Poem by Orlando De Los Santos

I' am the Chinese worker
The one that the Emperor sold for opium
The worker that works in the gold mines in California,
The worker who is pushed into the abyss,
Where my picket and shovel,
Beat the earth to dust,
For the white devils golden lust,
I' am the Chinese worker,
Brother to the Boxers,
Brother to the dead that lay in Beijing,
The brother who bought his flesh and blood,
Ounce by ounce,
Pound by bloody pound,
For freedom,
The brother to a sister that is a prostitute on the streets of Hong Kong,
I' am the Chinese worker,
The one you call Ching,
The Jake Long,
The Disney channel American Dragon,
I' am the one you call you call for a bowl of fried rice,
And chicken wings,
The communist menace and the Japanese victim,
I' am the Chinese worker,
The worker that picks gold from the surface of the earth,
As my post-slave master,
Watches over me,
And declaring freedom,
From the brutish British and germish Germans,
The one that unwittingly serves out of sheer ignorance,
The worker that didn't benefit from the,
New Deal,
That slowly died from a mines explosion,
And don't come at me and say,
I survived,
When my brothers,
Killed by a war inspired by the whites,
And my sisters fucked by the whites,
No longer see the suns light.
I' am the Chinese worker,
The Communist menace,
I' am the Chinese…

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 7, 2012

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