Aotearoa Runaway

they searched for my body

in local parks and schools


they cut away

the long grass

daring to hope

for a sign


an angelic proclamation

or at least a shoe or a sock


while on the other side of town

I was high in the sky

hanging out with some random guy


and my mate Johnny

in the backseat

last name: Walker

he was one real treat


then they found me

messed up and bruised

their sweet island girl

gone bush feral


forget sympathy (they said)

screw pity    yes to sheer relief

f___ yes to bloody angry


over and over they asked

and asked: what do we do

with this harlot, this slut?

what happened to our baby?


yesterday she was thirteen

years      innocent

now she’s literally f____d


so they hacked off    my hair


hoping cultural violence: shame

might stop me from running again

but once more         I jumped

out that window        I hurtled


Nāfanua hussy hair     flying free


far far away from Sāmoa

Aotearoa runaway

a foolish kid


for true love

and freedom

from fear

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