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.