I’m not sorry any more is a very strong poem. What I believe
the poem is about is the Europeans coming in and taking over the land. The
first stanza talks about the Europeans being the boss and the islanders being
the servant. This is symbolising when the Europeans came in and took over and
the islanders were looked down on and had lost control over their land. The
second stanza is the author asking who truly owns the land. They were fighting
for whose land it really was. The third stanza talks about how the Europeans
came in and took over but he won’t let it happen again, in a way is like a
warning to the Europeans that he’s taking back what is his and isn’t going to
let them take it again. The last stanza is also talking about him not letting
the Europeans take his land. He is telling them that it is his and that he
“belongs to the land”. I think this very emotionally powerful as the pacific
islanders in this poem are taking a stand and are fighting for what they know
is theirs. I think its sort of a warning to the Europeans that they aren’t
going to let it happen again. The land is theirs and they are there to stay. I
really enjoyed this poem and it makes me happy to think they are standing up
for themselves and are no longer letting the Europeans take over.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
The Children
This short film is about a young Samoan boy who by his parents is expected to look after his younger siblings each day and night while his parents are out working. This short film really shows the struggles that immigrant families go through as they are in a new country with a different cultures and no money. The film follows the young boy so the audience sees all the things he does in a day, ranging from taking care of the kids, feeding them, doing the washing, going to school, Changing the babies nappies and more. The only times we see the parents in the film is when they are fighting, just leaving the house or when the mum is talking to her friend about trying to manage with a job and all. The young boy in the film has the maturity of an adult which tells the audience that he has been looking after the kids for a while and has had no choice but to grow up fast. It also gives the audience the idea that he never got his own childhood. Near the end of the film the youngest baby dies. The young boy discovers the body and starts to cry as he has lost his sibling. The parents then come in and take the baby away rushing out the door leaving him to look after the other children again. We then see the family at the funeral, the other children are making a noise so the young boy gets sent outside not giving him the chance to grieve for his lost sibling. There is then a shot of the mother holding her stomach, giving the audience the idea she is pregnant with another child. I think overall this short film is giving off the idea that the parents are not able to care for their children and be there for them as they are constantly working trying to fund the family. The shot of the mother holding her stomach is gives the idea that she hasn’t learnt from the fact her child is dead as she couldn’t care for it. This makes the audience turn against her and feel more for the young boy. This short film is very strong and powerful making people really think about the fact there are many families out there who are struggling just like this. I really enjoyed watching this short film and could see the struggle and understand the families struggle.
Sons for the return home
Sons for the return home is a great novel. It really makes
the reader think about what different people go through when they move to a new
place, whether it is stereotypes or pressure from family living up to certain
expectations of their culture. One part that I really enjoyed reading was when
the younger sons is seeing the palangi girl. I think it really shows the
difference in cultures between her family and his. Sons for the return really
was a great book and was an interesting read.
You and Me
You and me.
Are beyond different.
Yet we talk the same.
And share that white skin.
They look at me as they once looked at you.
But I am nothing like you.
You just went in.
Like it was your place to do so.
You took in your fancy books.
And all that money.
With all your ideas.
Thinking you were Better.
Clever.
Stronger.
Well you weren’t.
Are beyond different.
Yet we talk the same.
And share that white skin.
They look at me as they once looked at you.
But I am nothing like you.
You just went in.
Like it was your place to do so.
You took in your fancy books.
And all that money.
With all your ideas.
Thinking you were Better.
Clever.
Stronger.
Well you weren’t.
They were happy.
But you wouldn’t let them say no.
You disgust me.
And now.
Because of you.
I shamefully wear this white skin.
But you wouldn’t let them say no.
You disgust me.
And now.
Because of you.
I shamefully wear this white skin.
Kidnapped
The poem ‘Kidnapped’ by Ruperake Petaia is a very powerful
and mood swaying piece. What I believe the poem is about is the education being
supplied by the white people. I think this poem is against the education as the
author doesn’t feel it is a part of his culture. The author talks about being
kidnapped by “western philosophers armed with glossy pictured textbooks”. What
I get from this line is the idea of the white people coming in with their rich
things like textbooks thinking they were smart and powerful with their BA’s and
MA’s and forcing the islander children to learn what white people learnt in the
way they learnt it trying to make the islanders smart. The author also mentions
the parents having to pay lots of money for their kids to keep learning. This is very new and different for pacific
islanders as at this time they were used to living off the land and their
society wasn’t about money. At the end
of the poem Ruperake Petaia mentions after 15 years all he got was a piece of
paper. This gives out the idea that all those years of work and money spend he
got nothing out of it. I think after reading this poem it really makes you
think about the way white people came into the pacific islands and took over
think they were better than the islanders just because they had money. They
ruined the children’s island upbringings and wasted all the money those
family’s had leaving them in poverty.
Cross
The poem ‘cross’ by Albert Wendt I believe is about Christianity coming in and taking over Albert’s land ad beliefs. The first stanza of the poem is Albert blaming Christianity. This is a very strong first stanza as the reader straight away knows his feelings toward Christianity and what the poem is about. When Albert says “cross I hate you” the reader assumes he is talking about the cross itself. It is only when he says “you are destroying my traditions” that the reader realizes it is about Christianity coming in and destroying his own culture. The second stanza is also very strong. It talks about Christianity thinking it’s better than him. The line “and never bother about me and my traditions” really sticks out to me. It shows that in this time his traditions and culture were really put down and not valued by Christianity. He also talks about Christianity seeing him as “ignorant”, “primitive” and his traditions being “disgusting”. This also emphasized how much he, his people, and their culture were looked down upon. The third stanza the goes on to Albert telling the cross to “run away”. What Albert means by this is that he doesn't want Christianity. This is also shown when he mentions civilization. This gives the idea that at the time of civilization no one wanted them there. They just came in and took over. I think this is a really strong and meaningful poem and makes the reader think about how Albert’s people would have felt at the time their traditions and culture were being taken over.
Trapped
I’m trapped.
Here.
In this place.
People call it home.
It’s not mine.
I’m just trapped.
Here.
In this place.
People call it home.
It’s not mine.
I’m just trapped.
Following your rules.
Your ideas.
Your expectations.
and I fail.
It’s not me
Your ideas.
Your expectations.
and I fail.
It’s not me
I’m just trapped.
It’s out there.
Somewhere.
Beyond my reach.
I want it.
But I’m here.
I’m trapped.
Somewhere.
Beyond my reach.
I want it.
But I’m here.
I’m trapped.
I wrote this poem reflecting how I feel about my life today.
I’ve always wanted big things, I have big dreams of getting out of New Zealand
and doing something with my life. The more time goes on the more I feel my
dreams are drifting away and it makes me feel even more trapped. The second
stanza reflects my family, and how they expect me to do certain things with my
life, they have expectations of me I don’t want to live up to. I think that for
some people living in the pacific islands they wanted to do big things with
their life which for them meant moving to places like New Zealand for an
education.
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