Bilingual. If i could go back and tell myself to write to discipline myself so that the words in this brown frame of mind spills fluently through the colour of this pencil although silver, splash itself through intricate weaves of rainbows that lingers through tradition and funds of knowledge knowledge that this western society forces upon me.. If i could just write. Without the rules of pro-nouns and the weight of this English Grammar .. Dominant colour, trying to overshadow the diversity of migrant dreams parading the inside of this coco-nut shell ... I will write... Write bilingual sentences of faasamoa ma faaleagaga that make the story of me. I will write... E leai se place in this palagi world and their is no place i lou atunuu o Samoa So where am i? White and brown makes? NZ and Samoan makes? Ie lavalava and skirt makes?... Mistakes of this unknown place suffocating me because i only have one face of the Mau Movement of independence of plastic of forced christian of colonization... If this pencil could only translate the freedom that spills in every different corner of my mind... I will write... Freedom. #TheDirtyThirty #Day1
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 07:29:04 +0000
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