-- Asian Stereotype --

Eat fried rice, sweet and sour spice,
Never will wear a shoe.
All are short, flexible.
We all know Kung Fu.

Ching chow choe, wong we wah.
Insults from a man.
We’ll just insult back you see,
Car, airplane, bus and fan!

What you do, what you name.
Broken English is how we speak.
You my friend, come here now.
I kiss you on the cheek.

Vietnamese, Korean,
We all look the same.
“Are you Chinese or Japanese?”,
These questions are getting Lame!

Railroad tracks, broke their backs.
Sony electronics no surprise.
Can you blind fold an Asian man,
With dental floss across his eyes?

Twenty families in one house,
On the floor they all sleep.
Save their money for a nail salon,
Oh my gosh they’re cheap.

But the one thing that gets me most,
Is that we all don’t come from the same land.
Cambodia, Vietnam, Laos, Thailand or Malaysia.
And not just China or Japan!

Copyright © 2005 Phillip Lanier

--Mexican Stereotype--

Thick mustache, big sombrero,
A donkey in his hand.
Grass is yellow, Amarillo
The color of his land.

Juan, Manuel
Javier, even Enrique;
Maria, Paloma
Berta and Teresita.

Spicy smell, Taco Bell,
A place to eat you see.
A franchise, restaurant,
Not a Mexican Phone company.

Bonita, Bonito
Beautiful as can be.
Chupacabra in the night,
Lock the door, throw away the key.

Soccer fan, Cruz Azul,
Blue Cross is their team.
Burrito, Taco pie,
Main ingredients bean.

Make the Tostitos, roll the dough.
A cook out, what a thrill.
Bring it in, it wont work,
Beans keep falling through the grill.

Vato’s locos, chica girl,
Hombre is a man,
Stereotypes from society,
Of a typical Mexican.

Copyright © 2005 Phillip Lanier

--Stranger in my land--

Familiar faces in the same places,
I’m a stranger in my land.
For years and years I’ve come and gone,
Yet still, a stranger in my own land.

I know them, they know me;
I’ve listened to the same old band.
Sang the same old songs, know all the words,
But still, a stranger in my own land.

In the past, a pleasant hello;
Now it seems all canned.
From hugs to handshakes, and nodding heads,
A stranger in my land.

Gone a while, but finally back.
Always took a stand.
Expect the same, but got different.
I’m a stranger in my land.

Comradeship, relationship, people that I know.
Words exchanged, friendships made,
All the seeds we sowed.
Enmity, absolute, alienate, unfamiliar man.
I can't figure out why,
I’m a stranger in my land.

First progression, now regression,
Two steps forward, sinking in the sand.
Will someone help and pull me out,
I’m a stranger in my land.

All momentum, wheels are turning,
Got left far in the sand,
Gone a day, a year and back.
A stranger in my land.

Only one, Forever constant,
Always held my hand.
Back never turned, Always there,
Even when I’m a stranger in my land.

Does this matter? It matters not,
The coldness of a man.
Reason simple, I have Jesus,
Never a stranger His land.

Copyright © 2005 Phillip Lanier