You're culture is so colourful !
They say
They said
They say to me, to you.
So colourful , (maybe quaint ) .
So beautiful
So happy
Smiley happy colourful
Clap for me, dance for me!
Just smile and sing,
Hush,
Don't use your voice for discourse .
You say , Colour !
like in your
Skin
Lava lava
Foliage
Traditional attire
I say , elaborate !
it's more.
A riot of papaya innards ,
The shades of the sea that are known and unknown ,
The glow of the mosquito coils at the deepest part of night,
Blue tarps aglow from within , drawn down around the fale o'o,
Tusi Paia pages pink,
The glinting highlight on the back of the centipede ,
Coca Cola red, all the way out here even!
You say
like child's paintings
And imply
Infantile
Unsophisticated and simple.
But don't you know , child,
Don't you know
We know black
We know dark.
shadows so swollen
thick with ripe potential, Pulotu taught us that.
I buried myself in the potent soil,
And was born anew .
I burnt the candlenut,
And accepted it's soot,
Into my blood,
Through my flesh.
And the darkness snapped and sparked within me.
We never feared it.
Only dualistic dichotomies whispered falsely to us ,
speaking of hierarchies that have no grounding here.
Le Po.
The longest nights of our colonisation taught us of black so inky the fe'e is jealous .
Nights at the maumauga,
You'd never know such blackness,
When the stars run and the air presses.
Don't you know
We know white?
Even before your missionaries draped us in it and called us civilised.
The coconut revealed its inner and we knew white for it nourished us.
White graves, in the lap of the home , close to the heart .
Coral so white,
And clouds that tell of winds ,
navigators,
currents.
Paths between islands,
Our superhighways,
our interconnected realm .
We know black we know white .
We know .
It's not just for you to be
Stark modern balanced minimalist elegant cutting edge essential classic beautiful.
You deny us the complexity of being,
When you boil us down
To merely
Colourful.
Colourful
And quaint.