my son agreed to perform this
so that I,
could have a voice.
he does not understand this.
he has never had to leave
all that he knew and loved
in order to survive.
he is a tourist.
he will not drink tap water.
this is not for him.
this is for the philippines.
though I have not seen much of the world,
I believe that what I have to share
is relevant to many people.
thank you for listening.
yours, liz sia
and now, the poem:
welcome to the third world, assholes!
too late to run now!
you gave us visas to do what was beneath you.
importing us to build your cities,
nanny your children,
and nurse your fragile, antibiotic lives.
your ikea prices fucked our daily wage
and we are tired of sleeping
where your waste is sent,
so we. coming. over.
and you can’t do shit!
your children are too spoiled to stop the,
our, “may I take your order,”
sends dollars, pounds, euros, and yen
gives our children education with computers,
our uncles houses with doors,
and relief beer cannot provide.
the first world taught the third world
how to use other countries in order
to benefit the motherland,
so now we
from brixton to the bay,
tokyo to houston,
sydney to paris.
we learns fast, and we breeds faster!
the generation cleaning your toilets
will beget the generation doing your taxes
will beget your son-in-law.
we’ve had to adapt without a balanced diet
and we are not forgetting the deaths
that brought us here.
so thank you, for teaching us
now let us
what your salary could not.
you. live. in a world.
you’ve chosen to win at the expense of another’s loss,
your willful ignorance is just plain wack,
and your most favored nation status
has only gained you boredom, terrorism,
and high speed internet access.
we’re gonna serve the first world,
until you realize that we’re not just here
to serve you.
we’re gonna colonize the first world,
until you can’t ignore us
just by going click.
until our children stop being born
as the enemy.
until the first world
stops seeing the third world
as a different place.
written by my mother as writing device. 2005