Mimicry Is Murder

Mirror melted, and I enclosed in solid space of ice Intersperse images, direlict of other's maiming vice. Mimicry is not a benign deceit as you would think Incontestable illusions brought my race to this brink Cramped with penury and self mutilations. The image Rinsed in the shadowy world of water, watch it change Yesterday's victim for the victimizer. I feel a strange Intertwining of silhouettes, a sinister string, a damage Suspiciosly hard to explain in the colonizer's world My usefulfulness replaced by my uselessness, the shell Upstaged, left in sand's silence for shimmering of pearl Rude those conquistadores settling in the benign hell Dangerous not to them who make us unreal in the real Essence of fire, and by sly ambiguities cruelly conceal Racial meanings, except where minstrelsy glimpse desire.