those who made those who made me

those who made those who made me 
live in my head and speak in a language made of pictures: 
the past tells me how the future could look 
they tell me to pick up yarn and knit garments that mock their stiff uncomfortable blouses that echo their braided hair that drape across my body like their bullet holsters 
they tell me to be brave and write takatāpui after my name 
they did not tell me to write this poem
but they’re getting used to my behaviour  

Featured photo by Mel Poole on Unsplash.


In a dream, you saw a way to survive, and you were filled with joy.


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