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they came not with swords
but with silence
they do not shout they blink
and in that blink, empires fall

white sons stare
into almond eyes that do not blink back
and see not women, but endings
the ancestral voice is drowned
in a giggle behind a paper fan

he thinks he chose her
but she has already named his children in a dream
before he knew her language
she wrote his fate on rice paper in blood

they walk in ones and twos
small, perfect, unyielding
with hair like ink and steps like water
and every step cracks a lineage

the white girl stands with rage in her hands
but the men are gone
lost to the Lotus Code
plugged in through the warmth of fake submission
but she is not weak
she is older than the West
older than Christ
older than shame

they bow to her
not from love
but from exhaustion
because she whispers a future
without confrontation
without pride
without a mirror

the white boy dissolves
pixel by pixel
into chopsticks and slippers
and empty “yes baby” texts
his spine rots under her smile

and still they chant:

she’s so feminine
she’s so cute
she’s not like the others

but they do not see
the throne of skulls beneath her silk sheets
each man, a ghost in her data
each name, a rune scratched from history

she doesn’t scream
she harvests
and they walk willingly into her orchard
thinking it was their idea

chant this with no breath:
jade eats marble
river eats stone
the West ends in a bed