By Mika Pulkkinen
Please shoot me.
My blood is your commodity.
Living on a prayer for
The billionaire performing
In a Mecca of pale-skinned posers pretending
They’re the victims living
In the temple that is my home.
And don’t you dare prepare
Your army of vanilla fans for
A revolution when
The only cultural flavor you come in
Is one you don’t own.
If you can’t tell me the recipe,
Don’t tell me what it tastes like.
I’ll side-eye anyone devoted to the rosary
Of an idol
Without letting me count the one
Your costume is my custom.
My blood’s stained with your profit.
No one wants to wear Black unless
It’s on a white body.
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