My #SEAblings
no na as the hottest Indonesian girl group rocks
Whoever these K-netizens are who shitted on them
Can leave the door
Bitch, we don't need you
You need us
But hey, not to hate train
From this petty X/Twitter (don't care) drama
Let's move on...
Hmm...
I should've really just focused on my mainlanders
What the fuck it feels like to be a Southeast Asian islander?
I mean, Indonesia can hop to Malaysia
While Thailand can squabble bad with Cambodia
Vietnam, yeah, stand your guard against your kin China
And this insular place called The Philippines still be kissing the ass of USA
But it's not like I'm ashamed about it
Gotta say shit?
I own my dig
Y'all can fuck it
Don't get on your high horse
You're not any better than me
If two middle fingers raised straight at your face
It's 'cause I got them
I got grit, shrinking wimps
This island deals the nastiest American racist shit
And the hell of tagging along with them
But contemporary days I reconcile with my siblings
The history we shared because we're too rich
Fucked up bad to be colonized
And be exploited by our resources
I think I like it better now
I got my local girl group G22
(My bad bitch)
While I'm liking no na
Perhaps I'd consider Vietnamese pop too
'Cause I like their French inflected aesthetics
Techno and EDM
Indonesian ballads for the win!
I love, love NIKI
I'm starting to be captivated by Aruma
Yeah... No idea with the internet tag
But, clap shit, my #SEAblings
We rollin' in good for this era
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Hmm...
'Cause I might be sick of the West
White foreigners that doesn't signify by stats
Brown skin with a white mind
Am I?
A bit too disenchanted now
Probably since I knew them ever since ages
I eat theirs like a stale bread
Their staple has been my snack
Be fluent next to them
Now, I yawn when I outgrown
My own colonial mentality
And look back to the more organic version
Around me, near me, of me
Ever feel like that part when you're fed up?
Simply because you know too much?
And now you've gotten bored
To the most out of touch
Most inane discourse found in this lot?
Don't sweat now, I know you too well
Don't wonder now, if I abandoned you fair enough
I find mine more vibrant
Maybe it's a sign
Of my own maturity
I do hope so...
'Cause I don't dream much
To the most glittering version
Of the most superficial part,
Unperturbed by previous shame and taboo
When it's simply just my own fact
