the glorified fawning

it’s been gnawing me

the colonizers display stolen artifacts as exotic cultural aesthetic

we condemn.

“bring them back home.”

. . .

someone stood apart in the colonizers’ arena because they showcased “our culture” there

oh the national glory.

. . .

as everyone explodes in joy,

why do I see the exotic aesthetic, that was previously stolen,

now served on a platter

by the “opressed”

“ well atleast the narrative is in our hands”

but we still enjoy the validation of the ones we condemned

“ one doesn’t oppose what favors them ”

. . .

now the same people enjoy these exotic culture

without the points of theft

glory to the platter bearer

whose servings would have had no value in their homes.

. . .

the performance. the lights. the audience.

suffocating absurdity.

…

it’s just the way it is

absurd.

“ you’re just jealous”

I wish I was.

i wish I was.

because being jealous would mean

‘I want it’

and it feels like I ‘have to’ want it

and I don’t

and that is the problem.

fin.