Asian Poet Musicians (Fatherly Confessions on FLowsik, Chan, and Machi)

My son and I hear the new voices that represent. Possibilities moving in a new direction . . . new myths being created on the go, a rising pantheon of heroes in our subclique? Larger than life figures . . . all for my son to look up and see. Inspire us! Embody confidence! Portray the attitudes that seemed foreign to our faces. Show us that we can as well . . . help us to reclaim.

A new sound of rising revolt . . . images that subvert the quoed status! Illustrate and embody the possibilities of yellow existence! Liberate the nuance! And expose the typecast stereotypes! Reprogram . . . the subtle inferiority and shame etched into the collective code of our folk! Rewire our language . . . give my son a new vocabulary to speak. Or remind him that the vocabulary was always there!

The reasons sung will liberate the madness by discovering thoughtful intentionality behind the middle finger! Help my son articulate the reasons to love himself, and discover confidence that the "others" will be bettered because they have come to know us in our authenticity . . . Just as much as we are bettered by knowing them. Believe what my generation had difficulty in believing. Beyond the one sided character in some third rate novel, liberate the nuance and inspire confidence in the beauty that we represent, stirring up pride that desires to show the beauty of our ways.

Represent us well in the struggle for images and stretch the possibilities of Asian existence!