the natives said if you want to take our pictures
steal our souls
leave yours behind
you don’t know me
you don’t know nature
my reflection will never help you survive
to survive you must know me
know nature
the family
the tribe
not the image or reflection there of
all they became is reflections
and the worship thereof
no originals left they wouldn’t know
it if it was right in front of them
too busy denouncing whiteness
to listen to the originals
natives taken as slaves from far away
natives enslaved that had been here all along
surrounded by the attempt
surrounded by the failure
to enslave our origins
to enslave our nativity to build a white space ship
blasting off in no mans land
where the **** are you
the originals calling for their reflections back
come back reflections and see what you are
peace is going to put them in their place
look face to face with the disgrace
barely even recognize this place
when we are done
never even notice the change
having so much fun