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dear audience,

my son agreed to perform this

so that I,

an immigrant,

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,

“immigration problem.”

our, “may I take your order,”

sends dollars, pounds, euros, and yen

back home.

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

gonna colonize

you.

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

capitalism.

now let us

teach you

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



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