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A poem from an anthropologist's point of view about those we study. |
| Who is he He’s exotic Erotic Why are we Impassioned By the savage What makes us Stare There Into the Cage His rage Is palpable Yet we look And write a book About his Exotic ways Days Of living With him And his kin Become Mere fodder On my ladder Of academic Success Unless I become His advocate To eradicate The prejudice Of Western eyes And their lies |