This blood that runs beneath the earth

It runs through my veins

But I’ll never feel the fear they felt

And never the same pain

Time has passed, expectations change

I’m in a tug of war

Does the truth lie in white history

Or in my Papa’s lore

A woman with two faces

Two people twisted like twine

Knotted to people and places

 A warrior on either side

My ancestors wore a moko

My ancestors wore a kilt

My ancestors feet were bound

The rest suffer white guilt

I don’t know if I’m the type of person

That I’m meant to be

I’ll keep digging my roots into this land

And grow my knowing tree