This a WHITE man’s island.
Just remember that
Just remember that you used to be here, and now you’re not
Like all the forests
Like all the birds
Like all the words
of your ancestors tongue
scrubbed clean off this landscape that’s what we’ve done
You’re welcome.
This a white MAN’S island
So just remember that
You’re not just one,
but a few notches down
from us mighty whitey warriors
who scored and converted the land
You and your babies got kicked to the curb,
Southside’s more your kinda burb, now.
Just remember that
You a milk coffee coloured woman in a white man’s world
Just remember that
Brown folk can’t afford what we can, girl
Just remember that
time when your ancestors were brought to heel
Just remember that
feeling of being born wrong when you realised that you, the child of this land
were the odd one out
and didn’t belong
on this, your thousand year pito
severed by my butcher’s blade
And all the money that my ancestors made that helps me, to help you, to help me…
You owe me
Just remember that.
Poem by Tina Ngata (used with permission)
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