“You would have to be as thick as my Nusantara thighs”

The very idea of coddling
that croaking old canard
xxxxxxxx the slave-encrusted crowd
of crusty colonial capitalism

Ha! You would have to be as thick
as my Nusantara thighs.

Those dudes came for the spices
and stayed for the kick of being
living antonyms to savages

Now we surf and smoke their cigarettes
inhaling the lives they’ve outgrown

strike a match to the sultanates and
toss them before you flee
I’m as real as the railguns
you’ve only fired in halo metal gear
first person pixels

Forget about touching the real thing
and still feeling prepared
Forget about handling me
fear-free, identified, ready

— Liyana Dizzy, 28

for Dhany, 22 November 2015

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