A Bowl of Rice

Takin' my little voyage again

Thinkin' back into my childhood land

Drinkin' the white milk, she forced me to

Hershey's chocolate syrup on Sundays, too

Pourin' tasteless white milk into the sink

Hopin' that grandma didn't see me doin' it

Couldn't drink nothin' without colorin' it

Hatin' colorless society and provin' it

Watching too much T.V. for a Chinese girl

Livin' in a new country called America

Yes, she's beautiful, she's got her spacious skies

But what about the ugly parts the conquerors hide?

A bowl of rice is a bowl of memories

Shovin' it down our hungry throats

A cup of tea is a cup of tears

Floodin' down our thirsty throats

So, I write a song to keep

The memories of you and me

It shall keep us warm at night

Even though you're out of sight

Being hit in first grade by a little black girl

I knew she felt trapped in her unjust world

She needed someone to beat

Because she too was being beat

By the same society I learned later dreaded me

Dreaded me, dreaded me, dreaded me

The eye line I was blessed with made me feel superior

Watchin' sisters slice up theirs, who felt inferior

Things are not the same when the east meets the west

A foggy glimpse is what they got of Měiguó, beautiful west

A bowl of rice is a bowl of memories

Shovin' it down our hungry throats

A cup of tea is a cup of tears

Floodin' down our thirsty throats

So, I write a song to keep

The memories of you and me

It shall keep us warm at night

Even though you're out of sight

A bowl of rice is a bowl of memories

Shovin' it down our hungry throats

A cup of tea is a cup of tears

Floodin' down our thirsty throats

So, I write a song to keep

The memories of you and me

It shall keep us warm at night

Even though you're out of sight

Even though you're out of sight

Even though you're out of sight

Even though you're out of sight

Even though you're out of sight

Even though you're out of sight

Even though you're out of sight

Even though you're out of sight