turns out
she was whitewashed too.
man-splained away.
somehow, her skirt was too short.
her hair was too bleached.
she was too drunk, too dumb, too …
that the assault was a necessary, if not a slightly unfortunate event.
& moving on.
they shredded her dignity, again
& told another tale.
like any tale of history,
it’s told from the point of view of the cunt who has the most to loose.
she took her ‘shame’ deep deep into the place that would enshroud
protect
and hold her.
there she became what she is known as today.
there, the untold story unfolded.
there, in the darkness
she wept, grieved.
raged, screamed.
moved, ran.
slept, hid.
then smiled, laughed.
then did it all over again & again.
until she embodied her story.
wrote and spoke her narrative.
wept and screamed her truths.
moved and broke her ground.
she, in all her fierce strength,
grace and embodied beauty,
is the hine-nui-te-po,
as explained to me,
by her.
kpm©
kpm© : me & pts (d) 