Indo-Fijian Girls Can Run
Indo-Fijian Girls CAN Run
I Remember...
Clearly as my memories of Fiji’s blue tropical skies
Desiring to raise my hand for the school’s track events until I heard the lies
Frail, short Indian girl was the brand I was tagged with
But deep down the desire to run I could never ditch
I Ran…
In the fields and I ran on the road
Believing that I was the fastest girl in the globe
Low suggestive whistles, catcalls and disapproving glares - my only reward
Frail, short Indian girl- my presumed physicality; this shackle daunting me from moving forward.
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