Monday, October 21, 2013

Confused Language


Born in the Pacific isles of Fiji
I was taught how to respect my elders and how to behave with young kids
I was told stories about who my ancestors were and where they came from
We were slaves, that's right!
Slaves, brought to this island to make it live able, to make it grow, to make money off out it while the rest of our kind was miles away in a country of their own
Now you question us on our language, saying it's not like yours, it's not accurate, saying it’s unknown
No my dear friend you are wrong
Open your eyes and see where we all come from, the one sitting above has made us
Made everyone with skin and bones
Now now don't raise your voice and tell me I'm not an Indian
I am just as Indian as you, born in a different place that's true
But just as Indian as you
I might not sing "jana gana mana" everyday yet I know all the words to it, because I'm just as Indian as you
I do not hate you for your language being different, I see my culture in you and accept you with open arms
So remember this my dear friend if you ever feel the need to put me down
I might not be light skinned like you or know the language as well as you
We were the Indians that made history in the beautiful isles of FIJI and will always remain a part of you.

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