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Different Hues, The Same Passion

The Struggle of Being A Filipino/Asian Artist In A Predominantly African American Culture: Rapping (Written in the form of a Cinquain)

By Elijah KoglerPublished 5 years ago 3 min read
Different Hues, The Same Passion
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Different hues, the same passion

Two different kinds, equal pursuit

One light complexion, one dark

Two different ignitions, same spark

Same dreams, from differing dreamers

Never stopping, no matter what

Both hard workers, very determined

Both suppliers of demanded service,

First; less accreditation, same dedication

Second; known reputation, higher elevation

I’ve never known unfair treatment

Until being hated for speaking

Told I don’t belong in rap

Just for not being black

The color of my skin

Made it harder to win

Treated like I don’t belong

For being Filipino, having songs

That opinion made me hurt

I put in hard work

Self made visionary, appointed prophet

Told I ain’t got it

Made me flip the switch

Had to make a switch

Reality check my own worth

Greatness is what I deserve

Everyone deserves to be loved

Racist hate, Humanity will overcome

As a victim of oppression

It’s my mission to strengthen

In the minds of others

To love humans, disregard color

We are all one people

Under the same setting sun

And the same rising moon

On the same exact Earth

With hearts to give love

And ability to rise above

Any problems that we face

Catching dreams that we chase

I believe it’s our duty

To lift each other up, truly

Regardless of age, skin color

Class of living, religious belief,

Political views, we are responsible

For how we treat others

We are all sisters, brothers

Of one family, one tribe

To encourage, to be alive

Not only survive, but thrive

Possible only, with open eyes

Accompanied with an open mind

We cannot avoid people’s judgement

We can learn to love it

When receiving hate in public

Think of it as nothing

They give hate, give loving

Being filipino in a culture

Which is naturally predominantly black

Accepting things I cannot change

Made me better my game

Preconceived notions in this occupation

Of things that people think

He raps? Must be black

Just like drivers of NASCAR

He drives NASCAR? He’s white

Something I grew used to

Being the odd man out

The person they shoot through

When showing what I’m about

Coldest industry in the world

Don’t matter boy or girl

You ain’t black, shouldn’t rap

Quit talking, boy you cap

Your passion ain’t your path

Your music ain’t even gas

Words spewing from demon mouths

Silence them, get them out

Know your power, never doubt

In your own genius mind,

All you need is time

And they’ll all fade away

You’ll somehow make a way

Thank Jesus, praise the lord

You have strength, shield and sword

Avoid the words of cowards

Or men, jealous and sour

What do they amount to?

Knocked out after round two

I ain’t a man of violence

You could be permanently silenced

If you insulting my rhyming

So I ask not to

Disrespect my politeness I might

Putcha in a box too

Let’s get back to peace

Cause that’s all I’m fighting for

At war, in the streets

Til the day I’m deceased

Stand for what I speak

Staying strong and never weak

For the one testing speech

A jungle, in the struggle

Turned myself into a beast

Mighty lion with a roar

Like a eagle tryna soar

Past heights which are unreachable

Doing things that are unspeakable

Exceeding expectations with ease

Yet limited with my genes

Because I’ve also received love

In this passion called rapping

Can’t deny the real truth

Some fake as the moon landing

I hop inside the booth

It’s like nothing else matters

But impressing peers, avoiding chatters

I’m at bat, the batter

Johnny depp, the mad hatter

Spilling game, with every step

Rapping hard, with heavy breath

Working out, with heavy reps

Cooking up like a chef

Late nights in the studio

Loaded with so much motivation

My Gangsta’s paradise like coolio

Focused while smoking medication

I am what they ain’t

Destined to be the great

Fire like a loaded gun

I am the chosen one

Singles releasing more than one

Crowd pleasing, I’m a don

Looked at, different color skin

Confidence on born to win

Knowing there’s more to win

I gotta give my best

I gotta give my all

Show them how I place

Show them I stand tall

And regardless of my race

I am going to ball

Different hues, same passion

But my passion is everlasting.

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