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August 5, 2019 | by  | in Poetry |
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Growing up not knowing Pacific was a minority

Family was the only thing to me that was priority

Grew up in a community where there were no opportunities

and they judge us still, like they have fucking authority


The struggle is real, but I hold myself down tight

To every poly keep fighting this indigenous fight

It ain’t over till We say

Cause our ancestors paved a way

To this land of milk and honey

For better futures and better days


We live in a system that perpetuates lies to colonise our minds

but fail to realise that I’m in control of mine

they don’t wanna see us shine

they make our lives hard

opinionated on my people but can’t clean their backyard

quick to yap at the mouth how my people hold this country down

I’m a violent criminal, but that’s only cos my skin is brown

flip the script allow my skin to lighten up a shade

suddenly I’m just a young man who made some mistakes

they claim the advances they’ve made for PIs and how we don’t struggle no more

but until my parents are acknowledged for their struggles I stay geared up for war


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