Hm.
I deleted the last post because it made me feel like an idiot. Anyway, in lieu of that, I'm going to post a poem written the other day by a friend of mine at the Kokusaibu expressing some of the frustrations we gaijin girls commonly deal with concerning the stereotypical Japanese woman. It's meant to be read like a beat poem, so don't try to imagine any soft new-agey bull*shit (you know, the kind I usually write). Enjoy:


American Woman

Don't you go blaming me
For coming here across the sea
And breaking my back
To gather the facts
What can I say? I'm the cat of curiousity.

I'm just trying to make conversation
Tying to avoid assimilation
Into the ranks of the damned and the dead
The cursed and the sad
That exist in my head

Cause I ain't no Japanese woman
Oh no, my friend, you've been mistaken
I ain't no Japanese woman.

I ain't no stick in the streets
Blown around by the wind from your feet
I got breasts and hips
I laugh with more than my lips
And no, I ain't gonna make you something to eat!

You're so desperate to feed
To feed the need of your creed, which is greed.
But I ain't your meat
On a block in the street
I ain't for sale, pal, so don't you proposition me.

Cause I ain't no Japanese lady
That ain't what I wanna be.

So don't try to remake me.

I don't wear a skirt over my pants
And I use my hands when I dance
But I ain't gonna apologize
And you'd better not fucking patronize
Me, and you better look me in the eyes.

I ain't no Japanese lady
Nope, that ain't me or what I want to be
I'm not gonna tan my white skin
Or change what's within
So keep walking, pal, there's nothing here you want to see.