Bred in South Auckland
previously published in The Art of Walking Upright (Steele Roberts, 1999)
I drive a car that is falling apart.
There is a bog in the body.
Thre is rust in the doors.
Occasionally it does not have a warrant.
Sometimes I sleep in large rooms full of people.
I eat too much fried bread.
I am late to meetings.
I go to housie.
My nose is flat.
I say Raw-tore-loo-uh.
Some people think I am a bloody maori,
I have been to university.
I have a student loan.
I photocopy my tax returns.
Most mornings I read the newspaper.
I make lists of things I have to do and like to cross them off.
I cut apples into quarters before I eat them,
Then I cut the pips out.
I put my name on things.
I listen to talkback radio.
I use EFTPOS.
Some people think I am a typical pakeha.
Last week I drove into a red light,
I did not slow down at a compulsory stop,
I changed lanes on the motorway and did not use my indicator.
When I was a boy I went to see Enter the Dragon,
I took one lesson in kung fu.
My parents made me do my homework.
My brother gave me chinese burns.
I like beef and pork flavoured two minute noodles.
I light incense when the house smells.
Once I dug a garden.
Some people think I am a blasted asian.
When I was a boy I learned to swear in Samoan.
I went to school in Mangere.
I played rugby in bare feet,
Sometimes I shop at the Otara markets.
My family come from overseas.
I used to work in a factory.
Once I helped cook an umu.
When it is summer I wear a lavalava.
I drink pineapple juice.
I like to eat corned beek.
Some people think I must be a flaming coconut.
I think I am the luckiest mongrel I know.
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