I'm going to read some fake sonnets,
because I've yet to write a perfect Shakespearean or
Italian sonnet.
I can't-- the sonnets, they start sounding like Elizabethan
Chin-English, so I have to write fake sonnets.
And this one is called "Girl Sage."
"I'm the yellow girl who flunked algebra, calculus, Sudoku,
all matter of math, who shouted "praecepta, excreta!"
on the debate team, then vaped all night reading Sylvia Plath.
Skipped social studies because duh, I'm antisocial.
TikToked a bloody dance battle with Norco girl gang trash.
Granny canes me hard, makes me kowtow to some
toothless, clawless ancestor.
Brother shouts, You're a disgrace to our race,
loser brat.
Time to escape in my Shaolin jetpack,
avenge the fallen mothership, never turn back.
The sage wears a double-bladed necklace, so what?
The world is unjust."
So, yeah.
[CLAPPING]