Written by: Murray Mahauariki

The word I hate, the most detested of all, makes me so angry by blood starts to boil. A word chosen for recognition alone, the making of a slave to keep me at home. . It reminds of a time when life was full of fear, too small to defend myself, nobody cared. To hear this word meant only one thing, times ticked down for another hiding. A trapped little child with nowhere to run, hardly ever allowed to have any real fun. This word made me want to never be the same, a frightened little child scared of my own name.