Colonial Amnesia

By Hana Pera Aoake

I tried to hide from you ~blending of bodies coming together to fall apart~

Fumbling on floors

I tried to tell him about the burden of being alive.

I say, “I’m the only one. I don’t speak for Māori. I barely speak for myself.”

He says, “I never expected you to.”

I say, “But you did. Your friend believes in reverse racism and you never understood me.”

He yells, “Why don’t date a maaaarey then”.

I cry. ~wishing you a warm summer with lots of beaches~

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