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
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