I am not rice: an open letter in verse to rice queens and guys who say “I’m not a rice queen” but really are

Short, sweet, and powerful. Love can hurt, so can words. Thanks for this.


I am not rice.

I am not your side dish.

I am not a flavour (of the week or otherwise).

You might want to be all over me like white on rice,

But I am fucking over you and your shit.

I don’t even have time to make this rhyme for you.

You don’t deserve anything more than this polemic, which is also a warning.

Don’t fuck with me.

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