Don't Question My Identity - in response to Wild Dogs Under My Skirt

 

I am a full- blooded Samoan

I cannot speak the language

I was born in the Island

When I was only 6 years old

I migrated to the land of milk and honey

My own people

Pacifica people

Discriminate my colour

My mother tongue that I cannot discover

Questioning my identity

Questioning my ancestors

Judging every move I make

Feeling disappointed

Feeling abandoned by my own people

Feeling lost

But for whatever cost

I strive to prove who I am

To be known as a Samoan girl

Who I am

My identity

My ancestors

Who fought with your ancestors

For our independent during the colonisation

To prove I’m your daughter

Here’s my offer

Strike me with your sharp chisel

Strike me with your hammer

Imprinted my thighs

Let the dark ink

Combine with my blood

As I will let go of

My body

My mind

My soul

To prove that I am

Your daughter

The proud one

The may be weak

But supposedly strong

Accept me as who I am

Because I am a full blooded Samoan