O, Ku`uipo

O, Ku`uipo, you ask me if I understand the root of Hawaiian fury `Ae, I understand O yes My chant may be less melodious, harsher to your ears but the kaona remains the same I stand, shoulders squared, hands on hips defying every connotation tied to haole Only to drop my eyes in shame, fearing… Continue reading O, Ku`uipo

Dear Mililani Boys

Branded with pale skin, you told me I could never be beautiful in a land where races have mingled for 200 years.