I watch the mirror. I see white
Like the frosting on a pastry
Like the crown of Hades

The edges of the mirror are gilded
An obtrusive gold that screams in my face
So loud that Joseph Stalin comes to purge my privilege

I see blonde hair, a golden sea of locks
A sea so dry it strips my lungs of their wet oxygen
Lonely, lonely lungs abandoned in my gas chamber

I close my eyes for just a moment and
In the enveloping darkness I see the
Strange Fruit dangling by one bloody pulp

Now you can see the blood on my lips
The gaping maw of a Great White shark
A tongue that spits the language of death

And soon you’ll find my stomach
Feeding off of unyielding anguish
A feast as plentiful as Thanksgiving dinner

I stuff my face as an American would.
I eat and eat until I have nowhere left to expand
And I’m left choking on the feathers of a headdress

I pledge allegiance to the flag
My brain a remote, my body a robot,
My voice a hijacked 747.

Brüder Grimm Brüder Grimm, who’s the
Fairest of them all?
She watches the world fall.