I was told I was Malaysian,
Yet I don’t see people like me on television,
Even if we are there, I feel like a token,
In ethnic clothes for 3 seconds,
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Everything feels detached,
What kind of narrative are they trying to etch?
Is there really something to catch?
Is there something we can pretend to fetch?
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Secondary to you // Where do I fit in?
What do I do? // Guess were not linchpins
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So you’re trying to sell us a narrative?
Feels like you downplayed who’s native.
Some of it borderline derogative,
My generation grew up as captives,
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Election season! Let’s meet the ministers,
What concoction will they stir?
"Don’t vote for Malayan parties!" they pester,
Yet no one asks "Who’s the dancing jester?"
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Primary for now // Forgive their sins
Now take a bow // We’re suddenly linchpins