Identity

I am no self proclaimed Polynesian
Though my blood is rich with the soil of this land
And my ears are filled with the beckoning call of Papatuanuku and Ranginui
but I am indifferent.

My feet are only feathers on the vast plains of my place of birth
my place of life
I am part of no tribe
but I am
Indifferent to where I come from

I am a self proclaimed "plastic Maori"
You will not find my ancestors carved into my body
like our islander neighbours do with such honour
You wont find me on a marae,
unless there's a funeral.
even then my eyes are draped in indifference

Our culture is but a shadow of what it was
just like our cities.
Still I am indifferent