Stardust
The sparkle that blinds
I know you,
Or at least I thought I did.
You’re one of us,
Or at least you used to be.
Well, you’re a star now,
No longer a part of us.
Do you look the same?
I think you’re a little lighter now,
Than the rest of us.
I think it’s the glow that superstar brings.
It takes some of that indigenous darkness away.
The sparkle of the star dazzles away the dark tint.
Don’t you think so?
I mean it must do. Clearly,
You must’ve gone through some sort of physical transformation.
A surgery perhaps,
Or was it the star dust that got in your lungs and somehow found it’s way to your head?
Were you dazzled into a trance? The façade that is your life,
Is your transformation all in your head?
Perhaps. But who knows?
I saw your photo op with that guy whose name must not be mentioned.
You know who I’m talking about,
The one with a certain distaste for indigenous folk.
Amazonia, if…
