& when i did become
this pale non-reflection
of myself
when did i slip into the
suit you brought with you
discarding myself to fit
inside not be left on the margin
bleeding and dying like the
naked savages you have
come to save me from
where did i go
while they were pouring the dom
was i trying on your face
sewing your shadow
over my naked blackness
embracing your sins
to fit in a saner reality
without the darkness
of me where am i did
i lose my mind in the pockets
of the tailor made jacket
2000 times the reason to show
up and help oppress those
not so well dressed in the
skins of their captures
kidnappers
thieves
rapist
murders
eating the weak dressing
the dead in dead end designer
dead in the mirror straight
jackets fashioned in
another paradigm
individually selected upgraded
self erasure limited stock
primed to self extinguish
can’t see myself
in the shadow of
you no more
no me
you win
you
you
you
my beloved
eat me
i am you
i am dead
i am nothing
you win
you
you
you
my darling
my ideal
my better
my savior
there is no me
you
you
you
I have been
removed
replaced
by your reflection
no me
no me
no me
frantz fanon
forgive me
