As a young Māori girl, I knew the colour of my skin was questioned.

When I say questioned, I mean degraded.

As a young Māori girl, I knew our people were questioned.

When I say questioned, I mean crucified.

As a young Māori girl, I never questioned skin colour.

As a young Māori girl, I never questioned my people.

As a young Māori girl,

I questioned

My identity as Māori.


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