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They call me a bush cutter.

Just another coconut picker.

I’m easily recognized

Because my thighs are thicker.

Than average.

I used to be known by the majority of white people as a savage.

Because my tan lines and piercing brown eyes

Cannot define the divide between my Caucasian and island side.

Honestly… I’m tired of labels. 

The words we use determine what we see.

I find it interesting, 

That people aren’t really listening. 

And sadly… they never will. 

Because we live in a wrong full of hypocrites. 

So quick to judge, so quick to assume.

Presume, that they’re almost always right,

Never giving you the benefit of the doubt.

Because… seeing is believing.

How can a person truly be

Himself or herself.

When assumptions are made before 

We even open up our mouth to speak.

Colors still determine social, political, economic wellbeing.

Even though we’ve finally had a black president,

To this day, people still question if he’s an actual resident.

Every one of you listening to what I have to say,

Is different in so many ways

From your skin tones

Down to the covers of your iPhones.

Yet labeling the masses

Me, you, him and her, 

We’re categorized in different racial classes.

My brown skinned complexion,

Does nothing in my favor because…

Your impression is that I’m white. 

Huh… To Me?

I’m more then what people have called me.

I proudly stand for the minority of Polynesians. 

Samoan, Tokelauan, Tongan, Australian, Caucasian  blood, running through my veins.

Tracing the lineage back to my roots,

I was raised surrounded by coconut trees.

Yet our history is still a mystery.. online. And even in person.

Whats worse is that 9/10 

US Citizens, 

Don’t even know WHO we are.

Don’t even know WHERE we are on the map.

What we represent.

The true heart of the Pacific. 

Samoa exports the highest amount of military soldiers, college and NFL football players PER CAPITA.

Yet if you’re lucky, in your history book, about us, you’ll find a chapter. 

Nowadays, most islanders are automatically labeled as…

High school dropouts, minimum wage workers, and gang bangers 

Many which people say will never make it Walmart, 7/11 and fast food workers,  football, volleyball & rugby players.

Sure, we may have a more than few,

But we shouldn’t be so quick to assume.

Because we’ve come so far,

With tons of battle scars.

So in the end….

Our ethnicity should never limit, who, we are.

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Original Poetry - “Chivalry”.

When I was 4,

My teacher asked me to spell the word… 

Door. D-O-O-R.

Correct.

When I was 7,

My pastor asked if I knew the meaning of heaven.

Heaven - A place where the angels exist living a life of an eternal bliss.

Correct.

When I was 17,

My baby sister asked me to define the meaning of chivalry.

I told her I don’t know the exact meaning, BUT, according to my MacBook Pro dictionary, 

It’s the “courteous behavior, esp. that of a man towards women”.

She then asked me to use Chivalry in a sentence.

I looked at her like, “EXCUSE ME? This isn’t the spelling bee!”

Truth is… I’ve never used it in a sentence before. 

Chivalry. The word sounds so foreign… so respected. 

Because it should be. 

I’ve never used it before,

Because I don’t know how many times I’ve experienced it… firsthand.

Well Damn.

Is this what our society has come to? 

Regardless of how much a girl tries to keep “her elevator” aka “her legs” closed,

Most men think that sex on a date is as automatic as pushing for the next elevator to come.

Come. Come. Come. Come quickly! 

Constantly impatient for coming down too slow, and never satisfied for coming too quick.

Its sick.

Most guys want to conform and take over like a storm, 

So pill popping, they po-pop girls like popping popcorn

Into their mouthes. 

Thats what she said.

Real talk? Just remember, those kernels of popcorn, only stay fresh for so long. 

With, or without the butter.

Because there are only a handful of men that have the decency to pull out a chair, 

Open a door,

Or even pay for dinner anymore.

I’m talking about guys that don’t do it… just for the recognition. 

Because by taking a girl out to the clubs for a dance, 

Most guys only thinking about getting into a girls pants!

And the problem is… YOU’RE LETTING HIM!

What happened to just holding hands.

While you both slow jam into the night,

Driving her home… BEFORE CURFEW, 

Walking her to the door, 

With arms locked, going in for the kiss… ON THE CHEECK,

Looking her directly in the eyes before you speak,

And saying, “I had a great night tonight, I hope you did too.”

INCORRECT.

Little sister, it’s been three years since you’ve asked me about chivalry,

So here’s my thought on it in a sentence:

Like finding the door to heaven, the search for chivalry is still ongoing.

Correct!

You see, 

The problem goes both ways - You can’t blame it all on men. 

Females nowadays think they’re entitled the title of a “lady”.

Oh baby, you must be crazy. 

That title, needs to be earned.

You’re loud, obnoxious, or rude,

Yet you’re talking about “finding a man that’ll respect you”?

Even then, just because you deserve something doesn’t mean you’ll always get it,

I said it.

On top of that, check yourself, before you wreck yourself.

I mean, you’re already a wreck even besides that.

I wish I was Sammy Sosa, & could hit you all with a baseball bat.

SMACK, some sense into you.

Still don’t get it? It’s like… 

We complain about pollution… yet we still burn all that fossil fuel.

CORRECT!

We complain about the cure for cancer, yet… thousands of unborn children are killed daily.

What if that baby, you kid killed was the future inventor to the cure.

CORRECT!

In simple terms, if we want more gentlemen,

Stop whining like babies, and start carrying yourself, 

More… like ladies. 

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Original Poetry - “Fairy Tales”.

You’re too precious to be known as “that girl”,

Too pretty to be throwing yourself on random guys,

Too pure to be playing with dirt,

And too good to be hanging around dead weight people.

Know your worth.

You’re tired of feeling WORTHLESS.

For once in your life you wanna feel WORTH IT.

You just don’t know where to begin… Or even how.

Because the only vow, you’ve made is at the club.

Where its spinning strobe lights and party nights,

Club hopping by keeping your booty poppin’ & droppin’.

And there aint no stoppin’, stoppin’, stoppin’, STOP IT… JUST STOP!

Once upon a time,

You weren’t considered a “dime”.

You were just daddy’s Cinderella. His princess.

Yet now all you’re searching for, are princes.

Daddy’s little girl.

Is now exploring the world.

Passing the time,

With dirty thoughts running through your mind.

It’s fun, the adrenaline rush, you can’t seem to get enough,

Everything seems so sweet, so pleasurable.. so… so… FULL OF IT.

Cinderella.  You grew up scrubbing and scrubbing, 

Scrubbing the dirt off the floor, 

Now tell me why are at the club, 

You won’t find love,

You need to turn up that TLC, because you deserve more than a bunch of scrubs.

Get that dirt off your shoulder, brush it off, whatever the cost.

Just please Cinderella, please, don’t let him take your clothes off.

Because once you do, you’ll be treated rude, 

And just another joke amongst him and his crew,

It sucks.

Because you’re limiting yourself. 

Even in your room you’re constantly on Facebook and scrolling through Tumblr, 

While eating Nutella

Oh Cinderella, what is wrong with you?

You used to say,”Another day, another dollar.”

But now people laugh because its,”Another day, another holler.”

At you. And it sucks.

You had your priorities, they were set,

Now you don’t even know whats next.

Better yet, who’s next.

You Only Live Once, YOLO - that’s your new motto,

And popping bottles is the path that you’re trying follow.

Addicted to blowing, money. And dresses that are glistening.

You hear me, but you’re not listening,

Cinderella you’re smarter than that!

I wish you could see a few years into the future.

Still partying your life away, never ever fully satisfied.

But… you’ve never been fully satisfied from the beginning.

Cinderella, you craved those quick fixes, 

Before taking responsibility for any consequences.

Now just like the leaves falling in autumn,

You started to hit rock bottom,

The thoughts you were thinking.

The drinks you were drinking,

Finally started to pile up, and you… slowly started sinking.

It sucks, because you finally realize after the sex,

The what comes next?

Cinderella, winning doesn’t come from sinning.

Real satisfaction never comes from just getting some action.

But you had to learn that… the hard way.

Tell me, what are you gonna tell your kids when you finally settle down,

Would you be proud to say that you were once VIP, the shining star..

At Zanzabar.

Those dance moves can’t possibly be practice for your wedding.

If you even have one.

Because while you were out having fun,

It came at a cost.

You became a baby momma from a one night stand,

Probably from a guy you can’t stand. 

Wait, which guy was it? What night was it?

You’re confused. Feeling like your body was just a tool used by countless other dudes.

Your life is now flashing through your eyes,

Pregnant before finishing college.

Now where is he? Where’s his commitment? 

Its different, His heart isn’t in it,

It never was.

This is truly something tragic,

What happened to the magic.

Facing this rain, BY YOURSELF.

Embracing this pain, BY YOURSELF.

This is not how you pictured your “Happily Ever After”,

So Cinderella, the question is , ”How are you going to finish this chapter?”

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Original Poetry - “Panda Express”.

The sheets stick to her naked, sweaty body…

After he left guilt cutting deep into her skin,

Like a depressed soul slitting his wrists.

Releasing pain, this was pleasure, mixed with bane.

All she can do is pray that he won’t be home tomorrow.

Today… Damn it! His stay was only supposed to be one day!

Her wedding ring… casually resting all alone on her dresser.

All the while this man proceeded to undress her.

Which led to passionate sex from this man, WAIT, you don’t understand.

Her husband, who wore his wedding ring everywhere with pride.

Like those Viagra commercials where the guy can’t stop smiling.

Because he’s so… confident… Or nowadays, like the kids say… SWAG.

Is definitely something he had. 

His shift wasn’t supposed to end until 7:30.

But that night, he took off of work early,

Because he wanted to surprise her with her favorite - Panda Express.

Like a Panda eating bamboo trees, 

He was urging to Express the lover in him,

Yeah, I’m talking about the birds and the bees.

As he pulled into his street,

The parking spot,

In his driveway,

Of his garage,

Of his own house - TAKEN, by another car. 

Confusion… stretched across his face,

As he parked under the willow tree across the street.

He hurried walked towards the front entrance to his home. LOCKED. 

He searched around for the spare key under the rug,

Like a hungry mouse searching for food,

He heard a faint squeaking. 

So as he opened the door,

He curiously crept slowly across the floor.

And as he drew closer and closer, 

Searching for the source of the squeaking which became louder and louder,

BOOM! Like a rat caught in a trap, 

He stopped. Dead in his tracks. 

A man and woman screaming from down the hall. One out of pleasure.. One out of pain…

Which lead to a consistent mix of pleasurable pain that sounded oh so familiar.

With her voice…. Echoing throughout the house… 

Echoing throughout his head,

Who was this unknown stranger, making love to his wife - in his bed?!

With a million thoughts running through his head,

He dashed towards the kitchen and

Grabbed the first weapon in sight,

His favorite butcher knife,

That was oh so familiar, 

You see, this was same one he used time and time again to cut himself with,

Prepared to inflict MUCH MORE than cuts, 

His flesh boiling with anger like the Incredible Hulk.

“You don’t like me when Im angry”….

His body was trembling with hate,

Running through his veins. 

As he slowly started walking towards the source of the growing noise,

Not being able to take any more,

Enraged, he busted through the door,

And saw his wife… watching porn.

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She.

This is not an obsession,

It’s more of a confession.

I only speak what’s real and,

Your looks are definitely appealing,

But that isn’t what fuels this feeling.

Thoughts left unsaid, won’t be now… Time for revealing.

Since the beginning, it’s my heart you’ve slowly been stealing.

I don’t want to be some random guy checking you out in the hall,

I’d rather be the guy whether morning or night, you’d want to call.

This infatuation is pure, something seemingly so raw,

So put a little more trust in me. I’ll accept your flaws. 

Because I want to be the guy that walks you through the park,

I want to watch a scary movie, and hold you hand in the dark.

Basically, you’re the missing piece. My hidden spark

To my fire. Somehow, you manage to take me higher,

Which is what truly ignites this burning passion and desire.

Unlike other guys, what I see in you is anything but lust,

It’s something more of a better understanding form of trust.

This is venting through a poem, so I’m not going to fuss,

I can’t understand why it’s so hard to picture a future in us.

I’m just stating that together, we make that amazing plus.

You have the most amazing smile in the world,

And I would never want to see it on another girl.

With skin slightly fair, and perfect eyes with matching hair,

You should be your own race, because no other girl can compare.

I don’t want to get excited and jump to conclusions,

And I know this might be just a little bit confusing,

But when you decide? I hope it’s me you’re choosing.

I’m not saying that it’ll always be all fun and games,

But remember, I’ll protect you and embrace the rain.

Together, we will stand firm and go through it all,

If we ever make a mistake, then together we will fall.

So when the rain dries up, and the sun starts to shine,

I’ll still be holding your hand, and you’ll be holding mine.

I’m not even the brightest kid, or one of the smartest,

I’m tall and I’m the only guy you know that lives the farthest.

The timing is definitely wrong, but when is it ever right?

You’re not ready, but who ever is? I don’t want to wait, not tonight. 

I know I’ve been looking for something that’s hard to find,

But in reality, the search is over – now I need to make you mine.

I’m feeling like a little kid on Christmas – the waiting in my eyes,

With me, you won’t ever worry about any lies, or nights of cries.

It’s funny that you have me more heated than an oven.

If our life was Superbad, you’d probably call me McLuvin.

Life equals uncertainties, nobody knows what the future may bring,

I just know this is more than a crush, and anything far from a fling.

Give me a chance. Give US a chance, to make a perfect team.

Our relationship won’t ever be questionable. It’s a sure thing.

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It’s A Hard Knock Life!

While our government is struggling and barley surviving,

We have high school teenagers who are constantly out fighting.

Ten years later our troops are still at war, everyday a soldier dying.

My little sister has been a little depressed and just can’t stop crying.

Because my older brother might be get deployed in a few months.

Millionaires living rich, but for us?

Life is tough. You gotta suck it up.

Face the rain and embrace the pain.

This life is insane; it’s anything far from a game!

So please, don’t try to take your anger and frustrations out on me.

I’m just portraying a picture of the life we live, checking you into reality.

At any second, of any hour, of any day. Your life can end. Like… that.

It’s not a hidden mystery or an unknown fact. 

While fortunate children are playfully lost in an imaginary world of their own,

There are more and more homeless people out struggling to survive in the cold.

As a kid being raised into an adult, your decisions make you who you are, you are what you mold. 

Like they say, “Life is tough”. At some point you need to make the decision to risk it all, or… just fold.

No matter what dream you wish to accomplish in life… whatever you choose to do,

The world will never sit back and wait for the perfect opportunity to hand out to you. 

Once when you think you have it all figured out… Backstabbed! Sucker punched! BAM!

This is when the true Heroes start to shine Against Men, proving who really goes H.A.M.

Life is tough. Metaphorically speaking, we are each on an unpaved road, heading towards some unknown direction.

In your lifelong journey, your actions will eventually lead your future towards a dead end… or maybe even perfection.

Quite frankly, It’s a simple concept to grasp. I don’t see why there should be subjection.

Because there is really no need to connect the dots, to spot out and solve this connection.

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Epiphany

Epiphany
by Tamiano (96799.tumblr.com)

Please, withhold from any ovation, while I tell you a story of my current situation.
I do not care what you might put into speculation,
Although somebody might spread a deadly allegation.
It’s just that my heart aches daily from this pain; you see, she is my only vaccination.

For the time being, in this short duration,
Some people might think this is pure exaggeration,
When I say this girl controls me like an addict on drugs. Seriously, no hallucination.
She is not the product of my pure imagination,

I might lose grip of reality though; she makes my heart race with total anticipation,
Writing in my journal, making plans for future preparation.
I have watched her with precise observation,
The day I act I want it to go smoother than a bear sleeping during hibernation.

She is my sweet escape and the biggest source of inspiration,
Like touching the sky, she gives me no limitation.
When I’m with her I feel like I can go beyond any human expectation,
I can be a star that brightens her night… scratch that, I’ll be the biggest constellation.

If she becomes a teacher, show me the detention hall and I’ll be there for life if
She just would give me an application. She might not see me as a perfect equation, I’m not talking multiplication, but this is easier than simplification.
So give me the final exam, because I’ll pass far beyond the average qualification.

Call it determination, without a doubt, no hesitation.
If she only knew, how we just could make the perfect collaboration.
This isn’t merely a small temptation, nor a preeminent infatuation,
No. The world will never find a better combination.

Being away from her makes me so sick like eating old food, a major contamination.
My feelings go harder then when people were biased on colors with discrimination,
If she held a charity, I’d give all I have to make the biggest donation.
Better yet, if she ever held charity and I was broke, I’d give her myself as a donation.

Her comfort is my only obligation,
So when she comes to the realization,
That we do have plenty in relation,
I’ll be the fertilizer in her life, we will grow like a farmer who loves his vegetation.

The day she gives me the green light, better known as “the” indication,
I’ll call President Obama and say tonight’s his treat; to the entire United States nation.
We will hold a massive celebration, then I’ll take her on a Bahamas exploration,
Talking to her alone, just talking to her, causes this delirious sensation.

I’m ready! I have put so much thought about us into consideration,
A life with her is a new beginning, a total revelation.
I do not need the Fono or the United States Legislation,
To tell me that this isn’t a poem; I’ll tell them, “Sorry, This Is MY Declaration.”

This is it! She’s got my heart under total confiscation,
I’m going to tell her to put me into consideration, just don’t make me a violation!
Like a Powerade, she quenches my thirst when I suffer from dehydration.
If there are any other competitors, I will NEVER want to win a consolation.

I’m ready! I scroll through the phone book to find her cell phone information… (Ringing) (Gulp); (trying not to show hesitation, for the fear of utter humiliation)
(Ringing); Her voicemail. “Please leave a message after the indication,
And I’ll call you, when my boyfriend and I come back from vacation.”

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Freestyle

A bunch of relationship drama on Tumblr tonight inspired me to write this. Nothing fancy, it didn’t take too long to write. Depending on the responses (or lack haha), I might continue/touch it up, or just leave it as it is. Feel free to comment/criticize me. I’m all ears. I’m talking too much, so here: 

You had me steady pacing and racing, 

My heartbeat was onward chasing.

For something that wasn’t even there, something that would never be found.

But still, I persisted home bound.

Something like a great teacher, you kept me yearning and craving for more,

Every new conversation, over the phone and in person opened up a new door.

Not to my family, but to your heart.

Because from the very start,

I thought it was fate that made sure we could never break apart.

I’d do the worlds craziest stunt for you, I’m talking extreme like parcour.

But it seemed you were never fully satisfied. You always craved a “little more”.

Although I considered myself far from the average lame,

Who was impressed only by looks, not books while trying to spit game.

I tried to refrain, I needed to. You drove me insane!

It’s a shame that you couldn’t picture us sharing last names.

Because jumping into this decision caused me to make,

A action you then took calling this whole thing a mistake.

I’m not judging you, and calling you out as a fake.

As I lay in bed, body motionless but eyes wide awake.

I keep on getting the feeling that our relationship was like dessert just put in the oven, so let’s just say a chocolate cake.

And during our entire relationship… I felt like the stove was never turned on. So we never got to fully bake.

We held all the right ingredients to make something extremely delicious.

Although it turned into a make believe story, containing everything fictitious.

In the end, this was a recipe meant for a total disaster.

So much for our fairy tale ending, with its “Happily Ever After”.