We’re entering their homes without taking off our shoes. Instead, we throw our money at hungry hand, hoping they won’t yell when we step on their toes with steel tipped boots. Now they sit on dirty streets and depend on our white skin to feed themselves.
“We’re giving you jobs, we’re helping your culture,” we shout.
But they can only look at us with empty eyes and shells of what they used to be. Stripped of their lands and livelihoods by people who desperately search for a sense of community lost when the wagon wheels started West.
And we train them to smile. And we train them to be who we expect them to be, disregarding anything that’s under their “traditional” garb. Their language is a joke to us, and we shove English words down their throats. We get angry when we come into their country and they live their own lives, frustrated by the fact they’re not just like us. But, we train them to smile and we train them to be who we expect them to be.
And we spend thousands of dollars to come and watch the other spread his legs wide, their dignity dropped like their shorts on your hotel room floor. Those lazy, dirty fools who wear numbers instead of suits every night for that 20 bucks you so generously give them as you wash your hands of “their” sin. And we don’t ask names, histories, or what they got their degree in. We don’t think of the children miles away who don’t know their mom is calling for a whorehouse so they can eat. Instead, we cram into malls to buy those goods that are oh so cheap and we just can’t live without, forgetting that we all live without the very thing we need.

You didn’t escape the oppressive grip of the West, you just didn’t notice when they so gently took your hand and dragged you to into this dump.