Finding the Balance Is a Riddle
Being a half breed,
isn't easy for me,
caught between worlds,
which you will soon see.
Not white enough to be European,
but I adhere to a lot of there beliefs,
the white Maori,
education wasn't a relief.
Not brown enough for the Maori's,
many traditional values have been lost,
seen as a traitor to the cause,
living the white way has it's cost.
I'm seen as an plastic Maori,
because I've been urbanized,
constantly burned at both ends,
because I won't pick a side.
There is no middle ground,
a side has to be chosen,
so long have they been fighting,
I don't want there poison.
Not white enough, not brown enough,
not even allowed to be in the middle,
so I will just be a kiwi,
because finding balance is a hard riddle.
M.Mahauariki © 2012
Copyright © Murray Mahauariki | Year Posted 2012
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