You've plagarized my life,
My culture, my reputation.
I remember the sandals
How some little, pale girl
Tried to tell me,
"These are so in,
So comfy,
and they're cute."
But she doesn't know
Cultural context.
She doesn't need to
If she's pale enough
With the proper last name.
You wear our decor like
You invented it.
You don't care where it comes from
Or what it could mean.
Just like all things
You take what you want,
You cut out the rest,
Then you call it all yours.