Heart of Fire Dragon Soul of Flame Phoenix and Sea Fairy Ocean Blood.
A spoken word poetry anthology book I wrote about being a disabled native (autistic, neurodivergent, chronically ill, & mentally ill disabled), a displaced disconnected state side diaspora, being an Asian Native (as a Vietnamese Kinh, French, Chinese Hoa, & Polynesian Tahitian Indigenous Pasifika person of color), & about being a QTIPOC (queer and trans third gender Indigenous person of color).
Chapter 15: A Graveyard of Ghosts
Keeping culture language and stories alive
By being a culture keeper language keeper and storykeeper
Chronicling and archiving every facet of our racial and cultural identity
Through written and spoken word
Through art
Of poetry, music, dance, theater, and stories
How much did we lose
When they invaded our lands
When they silenced our elders, healers, and ancestors
When they erased our stories and songs
Keeping culture stories and language alive
By archiving and chronicling
Every facet of our identities
That was the history
Legacy and tradition
Responsibility and obligation
Honor and privilege
Of my family
To be a bulwark against that storm outside
A storm caused by settler colonizer invaders
Of death
Of genocide
Of violence
Of displacement
Of erasure
Sky father
You ask me why I don’t speak
You ask me why I don’t sing
I have always spoken
I have always sang
I have written stories
Ever since I was a child
When I first etched stories
With parchment, ink, & scroll
I have spoken
I have sang
Ever since I was a preteen
When I first stood in front of an audience
Performing as an actor
Performing as a poet
When I first spoke
When I first sang
When I first weaved together stories and songs
It was the closest I have ever been
To my kin and community
To my elders and ancestors
To my family whanau and clan hapua
To my nation iwi
To my sacred mountain or male ancestor
To my sacred river or female ancestor
I felt your mana
I felt it
I heard it
I thought to myself
This is how a voice
Can move mountains
This is how a story
Can move people
This is how a song
Can end wars
This is how a melody
Can even calm storms
I am a storykeeper
I am a culture keeper
I am a language keeper
I am a storyteller
I am an orator
I am a storykeeper
Its like I always had an inherent ability
To weave stories and songs
To capture the imagination of my audience
With my voice and my song
Culture keepers,
language keepers,
& storykeepers
That was our kuleana
Language keepers
Keeping our tongue alive
Storykeepers
Keeping stories and songs alive
By written and spoken word
Culture keepers
Keeping traditions, culture, & customs alive
By archiving every facet of our identity
A dynasty of storykeepers, orators, and storytellers
That is my ancestral armor
To tell stories
To sing songs
To etch them forever
With our voices and our songs
That was the responsibility and obligation
Of my family
A dynasty of storykeepers orators and storytellers
Some etch stories with ink, parchment, and scroll
Others etch stories with traditional tattoos
Many etch stories with an earth voice and ocean song
I wonder other than colorful tattoos of koi fish, a Buddha, Qilin, white lotus flowers, & a tiger
I wonder other than colorful Indigenous Pasifika tattoos of sharks, turtles, rays, whales, & dolphins
How much room I need on my body
For traditional Polynesian Indigenous Pasifika black and white tattoos in Tahitian style
For traditional Kinh Indigenous tattoos of Vietnam
On my neck, chest, back, face, arms, and legs
To tell the stories of myself, my family, my clan, & my nation
Before genocide
Before displacement
This was always destined to be my duty
To uphold the obligation and responsibility
Of my family, clan, & nation
To tell their stories
To sing their songs
It was always what I was meant to do
My kuleana of my ancestors and elders
Years ago when you the sky father, the earth mother, & ocean mother
Years ago when the fire dragon, the sea fairy, & flame phoenix
Gave me a gift
A voice of fire
An earth voice
Gave me a present
A song of flame
An ocean song
You didn't need to teach me how to speak
You didn't need to teach me how to sing
I have always known how to speak
I have always known how to sing
When I spoke
When I sang
It was the closest I ever was
To my kin, my elders, & my ancestors
I felt their mana
Flowing through me
Through my mind, heart, & soul
Through my bones and my roots
Voices and melodies
Stories and songs
From hundreds of storekeepers
From hundreds of language keepers
From hundreds of culture keepers
From hundreds of stories and songs
From thousands of voices and melodies
A thousand generations
Of fury and rage
Of pain and anguish
Of hatred and loathing
Of grief and mourning
Of trauma
Of sorrow and torment
Of a thousand generations of defiance
Of resilience
Of resistance
A thousand generations of existence
Of a thousand generations
Of healing
Of calm and serenity
Of hope
Of joy and happiness
I spoke my own stories
I sang my own songs
I spoke with my voice
I sang with my melody
It was what I was always meant to do
What I would always chose to do
Carry on the legacy and history
The privilege and honor
The tradition
The responsibility and obligation of my family
Since my first ancestor first spoke sang and danced
First weaved story and song together
I remember how happy you were
I remember how proud you were
I remember I know how at peace you were
When I chose to be an elder and healer
When I chose to be a storykeeper, language keeper, and cultural keeper
At the promise that your child
Your heir
Your descendant
Your scion
Would keep the sacred tradition alive
That was almost erased
That was almost extinguished
That was almost killed
By erasure
By violence
By displacement
By genocide
I know sky father
I know ocean mother
I know earth mother
My duty
My responsibility and obligation
I know my families kuleana
I remember how hurt you were
I know how angry you were
I know how sad you were
I know how afraid you were
When I stopped speaking
When I stopped singing
When I stopped telling stories
When I stopped singing songs
With my voice
With my melody
Cuz of abuse and trauma
Because of bigotry
Because of violence
When they tried to erase me
Just like they did my people
Just like they did my culture
Just like they did my family
Just like they did your children
You were afraid that it was happening again
Having to witness their abuse of your children again
Having to witness them silence their stories and songs
Having to witness them erase your children’s voices and melodies
Having to bury another child
Having to grieve another descendant
Sky father
You ask me why I don’t speak
You ask me why I don’t sing
You ask me why I don’t use my voice
You ask me why I don’t use my song
You ask me why I no longer speak, whisper, sing, scream, or roar
You of all people should know the grief and trauma in silence
You know why I can not speak your tongue
Ripped from my mind even before I was born
You know why I can’t remember the names of certain gods, goddesses, & demigods
Ripped from my heart and my soul even before I was even born
Language is the sword
Religion is the whip
Of the colonizer to the colonized
My mouth grieves
My tongue mourns
A tongue it does not remember how to speak
When I speak English
When I try to speak French
Is it oppression
When I speak Vietnamese or Tiếng Việt
When I try to speak Chinese or Hànyǔ (汉语)
When I try to speak Tahitian or te reo maohi
Is it empowerment
I grieve
I mourn
Stories and songs
Our land and seas
Our own bodies
Our art, our dances, our food, our songs
Our customs, traditions, & culture
Turned to spectacles for haole colonizer enjoyment!
We are homeless and unhoused on our own fucking land!
I grieve words stolen from us
Robbed from us by those haole state sanctioned schools
Where we were beaten for daring to speak our Indigenous lingua franca
I grieve and I mourn tattoos
Ripped from us by the ban of our culture
I lament names robbed from us
Robbed from us by missionaries through forced conversion
Gods and goddesses from across the Polynesian, Micronesian, & Melanesian diaspora
We your children used to sing your all of names in consecrated hymns
The names we were forced to forget
Ripped by force from our minds, our hearts, & our souls
Stolen from us by missionaries and forced conversion
We now grieve your names in consecrated whispers
Afraid to say your names too loudly
Or else they would steal your names from us too
Just like they did our tongue
And they did…
In those haole settler sanctioned schools!
When they beat us!
For speaking your tongue
When they beat us!
For praying to you
This was never supposed to happen!
Any of this!
Land and seas defiled!
Sacred land desecrated!
Language, tattoos, & spirituality banned!
Stories and songs erased!
Voices and melodies silenced!
I don’t know how to grieve this…
I cry with tears of ocean water
I don’t know how to mourn any of this…
I weep with tears of celestial fire
I have no words
To explain the pain and anguish in my mind
To explain the grief and trauma in my aura
To explain the fury and rage in my heart
To explain the sorrow and torment in my soul
Being a native of color surviving post genocide
Being displaced diaspora
Dealing with cultural genocide
Having no community, links, & bonds
Being rootless in occupied stolen land
That was never supposed to be my home
Picking up the broken pieces of a shattered legacy
Cultural genocide has stolen a lot from me
Displacement has robbed a lot from me
Trauma and abuse has taken a lot from me
It has taken everything from me
More than it already has…
More than it ever could…
Including my voice
Including my song
Now when I speak
Now when I sing
All I hear is silence
There is grief and trauma is silence
You should know that well
Sky father
Do not ask me why I am silent
Do not ask me why I don’t speak
Do not ask me why I don’t sing
If I could mourn and grieve my sorrow and torment
About picking up the pieces of a broken legacy
Fixing up the pieces of a broken home
Finding meaning rootless without community
To teach me how to be an elder and healer
To teach me how to be a storykeeper, orator, and storyteller
To teach me how to be a storykeeper, language keeper, & culture keeper
I’d drown the fucking world in my grief and anguish!
If I could voice every feeling of pain, grief, sorrow, hatred, & rage
I ever had about being a marginalized Asian Native Pasifika
I’d deafen this entire fucking world!
I’m poor and disabled
In an ideal world
I would be taken care of
This world would be accessible to me
In terms of transportation, housing, marriage, & career
I am autistic, neurodivergent, & mentally ill disabled
In an ideal world
The way I think differently would be appreciate
Im queer, trans, & polyam
In an ideal world
Community of family, clan, & nation would come to me for advice and consul
But this world post genocide isn’t fucking ideal now is it?!
I’m tired
I’m so fucking tired
I’m tired of singing
I’m tired of speaking
In a world that constantly tries to erase my stories
In a world that constantly tries to erase my songs
Just like it did my elders who were language, culture, & storykeepers
I’m tired of fighting
In a world that constantly doesn’t want me to exist
That constantly tries to erase me
Just like it did my ancestors
That constantly tries to silence my voice
That constantly tries to silence my song
Just like it did my kin
Tell me!
What is the point of any of this?!
I weep ocean tears
I cry earth tears
This world keeps hurting me…
Especially as someone disabled
As someone queer trans and polyam
As a native of color
I survived out of hate
I survived out of rage
I survived out of pain
I survived out of spite
I lived as an act of self love
I lived as an act of defiance
I live as a choice after healing
I live as an act of political warfare
I live because of calm and serenity
I live because of joy and happiness
Because I heal rather than hurt
Because I create rather than destroy
I am a elder and healer
I am a culture keeper, language keeper, & storykeeper
There is power in silence
Healing is defiance
Rest is resilience
There is power in a voice
There is power in a song
I know this
I repeat it to myself like a mantra
A thousand times
In my earth, ocean, & sky mind
In my fire dragon heart
In my sea fae aura
In my flame phoenix soul
It wants to speak
It wants to sing
It wants to whisper
It wants to scream and roar
Yet I had to heal myself
Before I can heal anyone else
As an third gender elder and healer
My elders
My ancestors
They used to speak through me
They used to sing through me
I felt so much joy and contentment
This library
This archive
Of my family’s legacy, birthright, & bequest
This archive
This library
Was a place of celebration
Was a place of remembrance
Was a place of healing
Should be filled with sculptures, paintings, & photos
It should be filled with a symphony of sound
Thousands of voices
Thousands of songs
From hundreds of storytellers
From hundreds of orators
When I speak
When I sing
I shouldn't only hear only my own voice
I shouldn't only hear only my own song
I should hear the echoes
Of a thousand stories!
Of a thousand songs!
From hundreds of voices!
From hundreds of melodies!
From my elders and my ancestors
Of a thousand generations of pain and anguish!
Of a thousand generations of grief and mourning!
Of a thousand generations of fury and rage!
Of a thousand generations of hatred and loathing!
Of a thousand generations of sorrow and torment!
Of a thousand generations of healing!
Of a thousand generations of resilience, resistance, & defiance!
Of a thousand generations of joy and happiness!
Of a thousand generations of serenity and peace!
Of a thousand generations of hope!
Or a hundred thousand generations of existence!
The full spectrum of a native of color
Displaced disconnected diaspora
Queer and trans third gender native of color experience!
It was supposed to be a bulwark!
A fortress against that storm outside!
Of violence!
Settler colonizer violence
Of death!
Death of a culture
Of language, spirituality, customs, & traditions
Of disconnection!
As displaced disconnected diaspora
Rootless in a land that wasn’t meant to be my home!
Of pain and trauma!
Of being a queer trans third gender native
Of being a disabled native
Of being an Asian native pasifika
In a post colonial world
Yet now I only hear silence…
There is a void and emptiness in my mind, my heart, & my soul
I feel a sense of hopelessness…
There is something wrong here…
I hear my silence
I hear their silence
I hear our silence
Collective grief and mourning
There is trauma in grief
There is grief in silence
I understand why silence is so traumatic for us
Why silence is so triggering for us
I know it comes after violence
It is so loud
Deafening quiet
Thunderous silence
Silence I know too well
Grief and trauma that mirrors my own
Language keepers
Keeping our tongue alive
Storykeepers
Keeping stories and songs alive
By written and spoken word
Culture keepers
Keeping traditions, culture, & customs alive
By archiving every facet of our identity
How much did we lose when they silenced your voices and melodies
How much did we lose when they erased your stories and songs
My elders and ancestors
You asked me to speak te reo maohi to you
My mind and my mouth can’t respond to their voices and melodies!
Even if my heart and my soul understands their stories and songs!
This archive
It was a place of healing, celebration, & remembrance
Now it is only a place of mourning and grief
This isn’t a library or archive of stories and songs
This is a graveyard or mausoleum of a family’s legacy
When I left this place
I heard your voice begging me to come back
I remember your regret
I remember your grief
I remember your sorrow
I remember your pain
I was sorry
That I could not speak
That I could not sing
That I could not tell stories
That i could not sing songs
With my voice
With my melody
But I could not stay here
That there was too much pain and trauma here
That there was too much grief and mourning here
Not a bastion
Not an archive
Not a library
But ruins
A graveyard
Full of spirits
Full of ghosts
Full of memories
My family communicates with the dead
We can see and speak with the paranormal spiritual and supernatural
The spirits talk to me
And I talk to them
Yet what is so loud
What is all around us
Is grief and trauma corroding itself into everything
Like poison eating away at everything we hold dear
A bastion now turned into crumbling ruins
I had to leave
To heal myself
To heal us
To heal them
To learn how to be an elder and healer again
To learn how to be a storykeeper, culture keeper, & language keeper again
Now that I have returned here
After a journey of healing
After a journey of connecting and reconnecting
Ancestors and elders
I see you all around me
I feel your presence
But I also feel your absence…
I hear you speaking to me
But I also hear your silence…
I hear your stories and songs
Erased by grief and trauma
I hear your voices and melodies
Silenced by violence
I know what silence means…
As a survivor of trauma and abuse
It’s grieving trauma and violence
I shouldn’t know what it means
I know what silence means though
As a native of color
I know what silence means
It’s a people of storykeepers, culture keepers, & language keepers
Grieving being displaced diaspora
Grieving surviving post genocide
I wish you were here
I say weeping sea fairy tears
Sharing with me your mana
You should be here
My family or whanau
My clan or hapua
My nation or iwi
My elders and ancestors
Teaching me
How to uphold my duty of being a storykeeper, culture keeper, & storykeeper
How to fulfill my legacy and birthright of being a orator and storyteller
How to uphold my responsibility and obligation of being a third gender elder and healer
You should be here
My community
Giving me solace and comfort
Maybe that’s why it hurt so much
Maybe that’s why it broke me
I don’t know how to grieve and mourn
What was robbed and stolen from me
I understand silence
My elders and my ancestors
They tell me that they taveled across land and sea to find me
I see them
I see their silent tears
They see mine
I hear them
I hear their silent screams
They hear mine
Their earth stories robbed from them
Their ocean songs stolen from them
My voice of fire robbed from me
My song of flame stolen from me
We are reflections of each other
So alike in our pain and trauma it’s like staring into a mirror
I have always heard their earth voices
I have always heard their ocean songs
It gave me a sense of peace and serenity
It gave me joy and happiness
To feel their mana
Now I only hear silence
They have always heard my voice of fire
They have always heard my song of flame
It gave them calm and serenity
It gave them hope
It healed them
Knowing I uphold their responsibility and obligation
Knowing I fulfill my legacy and birthright
Knowing I carried on this sacred tradition
Now they only hear my silence
I am tired of silence
We are tired of silence
My sacred mountain or male ancestor
My sacred river or female ancestor
Are both holding my hands
My tane/kane, wahine/vahine, & third gender partners are pressing their foreheads to mine
I see my ancestors from the beginning
They see me as a storykeeper, orator, & storyteller
Some are putting their hands on my back
They are sharing my hatred and loathing
They are sharing my fury and rage
They are sharing my sorrow and torment
They are sharing my calm and serenity
They are sharing my hope
They are whispering in my ear
They are passing down to me
Their stories
Their songs
I speak my own story
I sing my own song
I see my descendants
To the end
They see me as an elder and healer
Some are putting their hands on my chest
They are sharing my pain and anguish
They are sharing my grief and mourning
They are sharing my joy and happiness
They are sharing my resistance and defiance
I pass on my stories to them
I pass on my songs to them
Ethereal phoenix wing
Celestial dragon wings
A ghostly dragon tail
Airy dragon claws
Intangible phoenix talons
Appear on my body made of earth, ocean, & sky
Unworldly bones made out of jade
Roots made out of white lotus flowers and hibiscus plants
Appear in my body forged from fire, flame, & water
I think to myself
If I speak
If I sing
If I once again chose to tell stories
If I once again chose to sing songs
This place will soon be filled with my elders voices
This place will soon be filled with my ancestors songs
This place will one day be filled with my descendant’s stories
This place will one day be filled with my descendant’s songs
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HONORABLES - 2 - BACK - IT -
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RUNNING - OUT - YELLOW -
ITEMS - RECYCLE - SO - MANY -
YELLOW FLOWERS - WE NEED -
2 - CHANGE - 2 - ORGANIC - AT -
'MY PEOPLE - THIS IS IMELDA' -
YES - A - TREADMILL' - 'LOVE -
NEVER - FAILS' - DIBA - HAVE -
MANY - FORGOTTEN - YELLOW -
ROSES - MEANS - HATRED LET -
US - GO - BACK - 2 - LOVE AND -
WE - WILL - NEVER - FAIL' -
WALMART - AND - PUBLIX -
COMING - WHY - ARE YOU -
BUYING PANTIES - AT -
BRICKELL CITY CENTER
FOR - $10, 000 - EACH - EVEN - I -
IMELDA - BUY - MY - SHOES - ON -
SALE' - YOU - YELLOW - PEOPLE -
BUYING - YELLOW - YET - YOUR -
KIDS - ARE HUNGRY - BAKIT SO -
BACK 2 - WHO - IS - THIS NINOY -
REPLY - THANK - YOU - VERY -
MUCH - IMELDA ROMOULDEZ -
MARCOS - THIS - IS - APRIL -
O'NEAL - YOUR - REPORTER -
REPORTING - LIVE - MIAMI -
7% - TAX - FLORIDA - FL -
MIAMI - DADE - COUNTY -
AND - COMING - THE - EASTER -
BUNNY - RUDOLPH - THE - RED -
NOSE - REINDEER - YES SANTA -
IS - COMING - EVEN - JESUS - IS -
COMING - BACK - GBC - FILMS -
PRESENTS - 'THE NINJA -
TURTLES 2 - TENTATIVE -
TITLE - IN - SEARCH - OF -
SAKURA' - WILL - THESE -
BOYS - SWITCH - FROM -
PIZZA - 2 - SUSHI - 2 BE -
THINNER - THIS - IS -
APRIL O'NEAL - REPORTING -
LIVE - AND - CUTTING - RED -
RIBBON - AT - THE - NEW -
PIGGLY - WIGGSLY -
INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT -
IN - MANILA - PHILIPPINE -
ISLANDS - SIGNING - OFF
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