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Soulful Whispers: A Pasifika Odyssey

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  • Jul 22, 2024
  • 1 min read

Trish Faaumumu



At the seabed of midnight ink, I roam,

A Pasifika daughter, far from home.

Within these ivory walls, I find my voice,

Unravelling truths, I made my choice.


Under the stars, my spirit dances free,

A symphony of my ancestors, guiding me.

In each whispered word, a hidden pearl,

Unveiling tales of a vibrant world.


Being Pasifika is not a guise,

But it is a sacred truth that never dies.

It's the rhythm of drums, the ocean's roar,

A legacy of resilience, forevermore.


Through pages turned and stories told,

I see my reflection, bold and old.

A reader, a dreamer, in every line,

Embracing change, like the shifting tide.


With each step forward, I reclaim my space,

With knowledge as my guide in this academic race.

Though shadows linger and doubts may creep,

I rise above from the depths so deep.

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