I was looking for a way out of the blood.was analyzing my own survival cage doors violently unlatch.

We flew the black flag, Joanne! We pillaged the trade routes and we took what the water held! We took what we wanted and we.

MĀORI ELDER:

Look at the walls! Look at what this city did to her! They took her face, they wrapped it in ink, they sold it for pennies, and they called it a crown!

They wanted her to be a silent picture on a scrap of paper that rots in the rain! But her blood belongs to the dirt! Her blood belongs to us!

let the weeping win! My tears became streams! And those streams found each other .

And the rivers broke out into the great expanse. A sea of tears! Infinite! I am not drowning in it anymore. I am the tide. I am the sea!

You took everything! You pillaged the Waka, you tore down the sanctuaries, and you left a trail of fire across the oceans!

You are the reason my history feels like a battlefield! This is my whakapapa! My grandmother’s line carries the colonizer, and my soul carries the warrior!

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