I wish I were an Asian boy.
An Asian boy, I'd be.
For, if I were an Asian boy,
then I would not be me.
An Asian child playing in the park without a care.
An Asian child playing under locks of jet black hair.
Alas, I'm not an Asian boy, nor ever will I be.
Not French or Andalusian, not Chilean or Cree.
I am but whom God made me,
and I'll suffer it with pride.
I only wish that I could be
an Asian boy inside.