Disturbed

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I wish I could say what was hidden behind the view The view of perfectly cut lawns and cookie cutter houses Behind the nice landscaped...

I wish I could say what was hidden behind the view

The view of perfectly cut lawns and cookie cutter houses

Behind the nice landscaped gardens and the veil of wealth

For the suburbs in america signal that we have made it

No more living in tight space, cramped conditions

No dirt floor house that my grandparents grew up in

No chaos of the inner city where my parents grew up

Safe, Peaceful, Quiet.. Or so it seems

I wish I could say what was hidden behind all that

Growing up in a suburban immigrant community

Growing up with kids just like myself

Asian, middle class, our parents or grandparents immigrants. 

Everyone living their version of the ‘American Dream’

A nice house, nice car, and the comforts of suburban life.

Yet in America, you are always a person of color before anything else.

You are a person of color before you are rich

You are a person of color before you are smart

You are a person of color, before every accomplishment and accolade you may collect

The kids in my neighborhood, all in a race to the top

Trampling upon one another climbing to nowhere

Wishing for a closer proximity to whiteness, our indoctrination almost complete

Losing our language, our culture, and homeland 

A product of trauma

Masked behind the middle class privilege

The intergenerational trauma of the previous generation

Grandparents, parents, aunts and uncles,

Fleeing war, fleeing poverty, fleeing instability

To find a disturbing peace within the land of plenty.

A quiet unfamiliar to the chaos of home

A quiet unfamiliar to the sounds of war

A quiet unfamiliar to the sounds of suffering 

A quiet that mask

A mask that hides

The mask of suburbia,

Everything is okay, until it’s not.

  1. Chris Fong Chew 招偉明

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