by tia north
School lessons never say
that the future
is undoing our past,
that the tongue, stubborn and steadfast,
is a barrier
because our hearts have forgotten
how to sing.
We go wandering to remap
our ancestral origins, but the gap,
persistent, stings.
Fear built the foundation
of our schools;
after years of living under
the missionaries, Protestant power,
colonial rule,
we learn to write English
in sentences,
speak with knotted
tongues, voices not
in a cadence
we know. I had a sound
colonial education,
so hea da voice dat neva speek
cuz i tuck itdaway adda stardda da week—it grows weak
in memorialization.
tia north is a kānaka maoli poet and educator from Pana`ewa, Hawai`i. A graduate from Kamehameha School, Seattle University, and The University of Oregon, she currently teaches in the English Department at The University of Oregon.
So how do we begin giving the aina back?