You wanna butter me up like you butter your rice and tie me down to your bed of stereotypes.
Via Shannon, this slam poetry duo of two Philly-based, Asian-American women kicks some serious ass. They are sarcastic, righteous, defiant, funny, and rude to boot, touching on fetishes and cultural appropriation among other dialogues involving gender, race, and lack of American understanding of all the various Asian cultures that get lumped under umbrella terms or appropriated to the Chinese or Japanese (apparently the only countries in Asia that America knows of).
Go to their website, Yellow Rage, and download “Woman, Not a Flava” immediately.
My tongue is split and it’s forked and steel-tipped. And if you don’t know, now you know. Asshole.
If this doesn’t incite some feminist, revolutionary poetry loving, you don’t have a pulse.
Consider me pulseless then, I guess. I can’t help it, I like my poetry to have rhyme and meter, I’m old-fashioned that way. ;)
That looks great, thanks for the link. I only knew I Was Born With Two Tongues, who stopped performing last year and had launched the “Raise The Yellow Fist Campaign” against The Bloodhound Gang for their racist and sexist song Yellow Fever (the Yellowfist page isn’t working anymore, but here‘s a related AsianWeek story).
While we’re on the topic of Asian American Feminism, you may be interested by this short item about The Fall of Miss Saigon, which I missed back in February. Snippet: