How My Mind Was Colonized

Waking up from a nice dream into a global nightmare

The Wife from diptych We Come Alive From Eating Your Flesh by Rajni Perera

The words, in my head, are English. My education was American and Canadian. I write against white power like I always knew better, but I didn’t. I am a comprador. I am a collaborator. I am complict.

I am a brown man, easily passing for white, and for most of my life I thought everything was fine.