Fiji, the land of blue lagoons,
with ancient wisdom still in blooms.
It burns with a sacred flame,
With our women's game.
From the mountains of Nausori Highlands,
To the shores of the islands,
Fijian women stand tall and strong,
To protect and right all that was wrong.
They once believed that Earth and women are entwined,
Alas, that thought long resigned.
Until she saw her grieving,
Such deep sighs, please listen to her pleading.
Finally, they rise to show the way,
To heal the Earth before we have to pay.
Raising awareness to direct action,
Fijian women, calling for retraction.
Together, we'll create a world anew,
Where Earth and women are protected through.
Where we sing praises to appreciate,
For all beings to live in harmony, wouldn’t that be great?
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.
Never had I embraced an officious abode as religiously before
But this striking red and white interior I started to adore
If I was out on a run and needed to use the loo
I’d stop by and relieve myself with no urgency to remove my shoe
Nested on the second floor and fairly warm during the cold
Drizzles off my head and from my eyes, it did hold
I have been offered a variety of sandwiches there
And sweet smiles and embraces by my snug caramelized bear
In the Fijian vicinity the British Big Ben would sound
Despite the degree of my insanity, my heart in tranquillity would pound
Last month when I stopped to say ‘hello’, at my mother-in-law’s house
The security guard enquired if I was the ex-owner’s spouse!
I stood speechless as in that relationship; we had no commitment
I then went to my mother’s home and painted it with an imitation ruby and snow, forfeiting a tenderly futile hunt.
Height is not an issue
But today I got introduced to a nasty verbal stew
It was this one bullish kind of comment
Of odium and torment
Initially I thought, it was human nature
Coming from a relative who is short in stature
The tyrant venting with a curse
A sheer case of moral shortsightedness
‘Conquer the whole world and lose your own soul’
Egoistic pride becoming his ultimate goal
I wish He could really be a mentor
For when there is troubling waters, he steers the young to the shore
His ignorance makes me very very angry
I pray that of this treacherous plot, I am set free
If I were not 'born again' in Christ and he were a watermelon
I swear my words would have been a sharp knife and his mouth a cracked gallon
Spider-man, he definitely is not
Being a woman, I Wonder why he insists on making Fijian ‘lovo’ in a foreign pot
My family counselor said ‘it is the short man's syndrome’
********! Sheer ignorance; fact is, from childhood, he hasn't mentally grown.
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