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September 25, 2017 | by  | in Poetry |
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Am I my skin?

Am I my skin?

This tan, yellow brown,

People’s colours changing from town to town,

Exposure to the sun,

Adaptations beginning from day one,

I am seen for what you drew for me,

The colours you choose confine the lines I live in.


Dear White Supremacist,

I see you,

I see what you have done,

I see what you will reproduce,

Forever? Or till there is none,

Pepper-potting assimilation,

Of one culture into another,

Forget the past,

Suppress your native identity,

We are one nation,

Called upon by her majesty to fight.

For who,

Tāngata whenua,

The people behind us,

The future generations,

How can we live when you call us one nation?

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:   I wanted to write this piece, in order to connect to all tauira within the University, with the hope that we can all remind ourselves that we are a part of an environment which is valuable, no matter our culture, our beliefs or our skin colour. The ultimate purpose of this