People there be like giving speeches, doing TedTalks, and their social media be filled with posts of Gender Equality, Stop Asian hate, equal rights, etc, etc.. But then start hating & dissing Chinese & korean men, and ofcourse to the one who stan them too. But I wanna know what wrong with listening to kpop, isn't it just another genre of music? Aren't those people humans too? And to even mention, China and Korea are part of asia too, so your so called #asianhate doesn't only limit to you. We all can be Indians but prefer Hollywood over Bollywood but we can't watch kdramas or cdramas. And what if they have make ups on they're trying to be more prettier, not to brag but they are even handsome bare faced. Atleast not like your so called Kabir Singh, a dog would even look better than him.
Ps. I'm not here to spread any hate. I'm just here to fill some truth into your heads, and I know you dumbass people will never get that.
Oh yes another thing, If you can't stand their success and achievements, step out of their lives, focus on yourself, and show us what you're capable of, show how you can stand before their global reputation.
Sing a song for me, my friend. A song that moves the soul to frenzy bend. A song of truth and tune of blues. Let me dance my best steps in the land of hues. The land against my feet, Play me a melodious beat.
Sing a song for me, my friend. A song of our rich history, we could never lend. Sing a song to me, my dear. Let others join this dance without fear. Use the talking drums and rocky xylophones. Let me dance to the tunes in my new agbada, in the beats of our own. Let chiefsmen sit and listen to the drumsmen's beats. Let the Kings and Queens, Elders and citizens, Sit to withness our rich culture. Let is remind them of what history truly means.
I spread my hands, And lift my toes With the music’s high notes. I move and move, And jump as high as I can, Feeling the freedom of a bird, Though for a small instant.
I balance on my tips, I don’t want to stop, Though it hurts, I like the scar. I lift one foot, And now weight is on one, It's okay I won’t fall, I’ve trained myself to balance alone (on-one).
I whirl and whirl, Centrifuging the anxiety, That my hair held in its curls. I whirl and whirl, Spinning the world, From dusk to dust, Now its only space, In which I will again whirl.
I tie this aerial silk around me, Like manipulating my mind's control, And I swing around a big circle, Like I am revolving around the universe. There is no rushing air in this room, But the chill air of my soul's sigh, Leaves me thrilled. It’s a pride that every soul has, It’s an art that can glitter the faintest life.