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Why I Write

Many journeys I have traveled, no doubt I will have many more,
all the twists, turns and pits falls in life, all the things I had to endure.
Coming to terms with my life, is by no means an easy feat,
this is the sole reason I write, it is to understand me.

In my words I can escape, from the harshness of reality that's always in my face,
the only place i'm safe, where I can truly be free, in this world there is only me.
Free from judgement, ridicule and shame, in this world no one knows my name,
a place to reflect and contemplate, a place to analyze, to rectify my mistakes.

Not all things broken can ever be fixed, so I turn to my writing for inspiration.
You'll soon come to see if you read what I write, every thing you'll read is about my life. You see i've have been my own teacher, no one has ever been by my side,
struggling to understand things has always been my plight.

I feel what I write and I write what I think, and yes sometimes it does come out raw,
but there's no escaping that reality, when that comes knocking at your door.
As my life unravels in front of your eyes, you'll will all see what I mean,
but hey... I know there are people out there that have it a lot harder then me.

This is the beginning of a new journey, something for my children to see,
when they hit pit falls in there life, they can always refer back to me.
Daddy's life on show for all to see, like I really care,
the more I start to talk about myself, the faster it is to heal.

Not everything in life is able to be handed down,
but words are forever, and forever they can be found.
For in this world when I've been out for the count,
my writing is the only thing that pulls me out.

I write to heal....
I write to hide....
I write to live.....
I write so I can survive.....

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Nek Minnit

I see you in the distance quite stunning are are to my eye's,
I start to check you up and down I think an angel has arrived.

Lovely slender legs and curvy little waist,
nicely proportioned bust, amazing grace.

As you slowly get closer my heart skips a beat,
flicking your beautiful long brown hair so I can gaze upon your face.

I quickly turn my head away,
I just can't believe my eye's.

That sexy attractive women I thought you were, 
Nek Minnit, your a guy.

Shame!!


Contest:	ANY 2012 POEM any theme/any form max of 18 lines - Brian Strand

M.Mahauariki © 2012

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Treaty of Waitangi

In 1840 the Treaty of Waitangi  was signed,
from then to now the government can't hide,
freedom the Maori wanted, from oppressing minds
but what they got was almost cultural genocide.

First to go was the land,
next was the language suppressed by force,
legislation wrote favored only one man,
the marriage they talk of was now a divorce.

In 1980 Maori was finally recognized,
as a culture in this land, now we had a voice,
140 years it took to realize,
we educated ourselves,so we have a choice.

32 years later our fight still goes on,
still fighting the system for retribution sort,
they acknowledge now that they were wrong,
we always knew this, this is why we fort.

M.Mahauariki © 2012

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The Plastic Maori

I'm viewed as a plastic Maori,
because of the way I choose to live life,
moving with westerns trends,
away from traditional life.

This is all I have known,
being city born,
I did try to learn my Tikanga,
but I was severely scorned.

Don't talk that white trash they reckon,
what are you trying to prove,
bloody plastic Maori,
you ain't Tuturu.

From this point on wards,
I've struggle to fit in,
not knowing where I belong,
my identity taken.

I went back to my white world,
broke free from that cast,
forging my own identity,
free from there past.

The reason Maori struggle now, 
there too wrapped up in the past,
they really need to change,
because the western world is changing fast.

(Tiikanga - Maori Culture.
Tuuturu - True)

M.Mahauariki © 2012

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I Am You Father Not Your Friend

Son: Your my friend aye Dad?

Dad: No I'm not, you want friends go down the street and make them.

Son: Why?, Don't you love me Dad?.

Dad: Of course I love you son, and I always will, but I will never be your friend.

Son: I want to be your friend.

Dad: I don't want you to be my friend, you are my Son and I am your Father.

Son: But why Dad I don't understand?.

Dad: 

The role I have chosen I don't do with a light heart,
the boundaries I have put in place is the keep those two things apart,
Being a parent and being a friend to mean to different things me,
ones corrupted with emotions and games where the other is meant to set you free.

As your father I will love you, with an unconditional heart,
I'm here to advise you when things in life get hard.
to be your voice of reason, with conviction I wont sway,
as the role of your Father I feel i'm meant to lead the way.

Friendship are important, there emotions and values you will explore,
some will become important to you, some you will ignore,
many silly things you'll do, no doubt with your new found friends,
friendship are full of adventures, some that might never end.

But when the games are over and the party has come to an end,
when the full brunt of life clouds your mind, reality finally sets in,
Even if you think you don't need me, in your shadow I will stand,
I am you Father, my job's to teach you to be a man.

M.Mahauariki © 2012

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Dying Language

The traditional Maori language, is a dying language,
you can see this over the decades,
laws passed by the government,
forced it to be this way.

My ancestors where beaten in schools,
for what was deemed a forked tongue,
constantly shamed and ridiculed,
in front of everyone.

Being a proud race,
emotions weren't meant to be shared,
so they stopped speaking there language,
for the white man they feared.

The next generation struggled,
caught in a violent time,
there parents reluctant to teach them,
because fear was always on there mind.

With each generation following the same trend,
the language became harder to learn,
only remnants remain now,
of a proud race that just got burned.

The language most spoken now,
come form the city's, it has been transformed.
European Maori widely is accepted,
very rarely can the old language be learned.

M.Mahauariki © 2012

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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

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Full Circle

Birth
youthful, strong,
loving, caring, sharing
awareness,values, belief's, ethics,
aging, reliving, forgiving, 
sicker, weaker,
death.

M.Mahauariki © 2012

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Feb Funy Bone

29 days in February this year, 
an extra day to cheer,
but its pretty dumb,
if your born on the last one,
cause your birthday comes every 4 years.

M.Mahauariki © 2012

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Social Conscious

Social conscious, the brain behind the hand,
it’s wooden spoon ready  to smack the non-conforming adult /s/,child/ren.
Driven by western views of political correctness,
it dictates how we should be and what we should become.

Weaving its web within the fabric of society,
legislative acts and the cynical ideals of who?
Always ready to shout out your wrong!!!, 
never commending those who are right.

Forced upon minorities in a stereotypical way
look these people need to be saved,
it’s one sided propaganda eagerly displays,
many shames of what were acceptable ways.

Power, control, suppression, aggression
this seems pretty prejudice to me,
why else would it segregate the people,
 instead of helping the people to be free.

Let’s disempower the people,
then they wonder why?
These people have no control!
I don’t know why they act surprised?

Social conscious dictates social change, 
social change denotes someone pays,
the ones who pay force change, 
so social conscious always wins at the end of the day.

There’s two sides to every coin,
but only one to social conscious,
who is the conscious behind social conscious?
think about that……..