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Sarah Champayn Look
POLS 302
14 March 2016
Goodyear-Kaopua

Hidden Secrets
Nov 19, 1922
It was within the fine lines
The showers that gently enwrap you
Small adolescent chirps ring through the glistening mist
What a fine night.
The mahina piha soars through the darkness,
Stretching her warm, tender, love from hkpaa to the strong anchor of Ka Makau
Nui O Mui

The night was silent
Peace was hung by a smooth invisible string
It was within those fine lines...
That you would not hear the silent cry
of a lehua that would blossom into a zh

Outside of this realm, the world is changing.
Motions being thoroughly scattered.
Some kind of potion that becomes stained into the mind
Some kind notion that is happening in slow motion

yet this devotion is something we are all to familiar with
Some kind of disgrace that remains in the Pacific Ocean

The zh, as thoughtful and enlightened,
He will never understand the type of life he should have lived
He will never understand the responsibility,

He was bound to forgive
For he will never understand that under those innocent hues of grace and versatility
He was once a lehua

August 6, 1928
Guided by a hand unknown
Zh does not find her fingers to fit his,
No intimacy to the connection
He drops the hand with confusion

Looking around, there is a sense of exclusion
His warm toned skin does not match to the rest of them
Broad shoulders,
A splurge of honey, jet-black hair
Unlike the fine, delicate wrists that holds him up,

They are different
He knows he is different

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Yet, his tiny hands cannot grasp the full understanding why he, the zh is different
from all the other zh

The light laughter that rings through the hall
The calm appearance
He is gestured towards the other wonderful, delicious sea of huhu
Plundering into their fragrances of efflorescence

He marvels deeper into the garden

Some how, as life flashes between his delicate eyelashes
The world that he knows

Is filled with denouement
For he does not question his appearance
He does not ask why
or how
or even choose to fight for a resolution

Because he sees

as his now, his one and only conclusion

Zh feels at peace, a sense of felicity
In the great streets of Honolulu city.

Zh reclaims the thin boned hand
Grabs it back for he knows this, as his security
Looking up,

The rays of sunshine gleam onto his passive face






Simple, pleasant, clean

This was the life of the blooming zh

March 14, 1949
Eloped into love,
Zh feels a profound correlation to this heavenly being
Graced by the countless months of treacherous patches
Laid beside him,
He has seen a plethora of companions

Earth simply waiting for each member to be laid under her ageless wings
A father,

A son,


Soil between their legs,



Broken pieces of another countries tectonic plate




Shields their eyes from the sun
Smoke filling the perpetual gray atmosphere
A hiss of tired engines rev down.

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Cessation has come

Zh rips the blood stained vest,

Of his chest
He covers the face of a wide eye child

The adolescent reeks of fear,
A tone that Zh cannot stand to handle

The whispering fleets of save me

is now long gone for the child who will have no knowledge of growing old

No knowledge of to scold those of his own,


only a sad boy sold to the golden light.




For this had terrified Zh
The series of visuals on repeat

Like some messed-up athlete,


high on an empty street.

Yet, when Zh saw her
He knew

All memories of war had been erased

She seemed to be the medicine to his case
This heavenly being,


petite and pure.
Had Zh jump with pounding heartbeats

Her luscious voice, filled with sincerity
Her silky hair, fetching eyes of harmonious clarity
With such a lissome figure,

Zh was promised to never-ending feelings of the pure bliss of happiness

June 25 1980
Whistling on a fine Wednesday, thirty-six year old Zh
shimmers with contentment.

It has become another typical day
The boys were off to school.
His wife taking measurements of costumers,

working her lithe hands on the sewing machine.
What a fine morning it was.

As Zh walks the halls of his work place
He is greeted with the same mornings and how do you do?

Grabbing the keys to his truck

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He steps outside,
the warm, tropical Hawaiian sun

Peaks out with tints of awestricken pink embedded into the baby blues.

What a fine morning to begin the day.

Zh begins the regular routine.
Before taking off for his daily delivery,
He scrutinizes the freshly pressed newspaper
Enticed by the worlds current events

Little does he know that this was the same day he will share the golden light
Not the kind that you see everyday
That bright light, an out of sight
Something you can only see by yourself
Its the only unique light that can be seen with no eyes,

felt with no touch


It was our special light
The benevolent hand of definite eternity

Zh has no understanding of this revelation
Mindlessly, he turns the keys into ignition
For all he knows is his everyday mission

As he blatantly exits the parking lot
Zh will soon be shot

Unknown of the hit
The other driver who is inadequate

Little does he know this
Because all he can think about his coming home to a kiss

Date: Today
As one pushes over the rugged tire,
Scorching ourselves out of the irrupted fire
There is a reflection

Of an man of 36 years
The smoke,

Gingerly caresses the outline of a desolate chin.

Never will he know that his life was sewn by strings of unjust
And I am its result

1980: Zh spoke of Cantonese,

The same broad shoulders,

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A splurge of honey, jet-black hair

The voice of Kanaka Maoli, invisible from generation after generation

Maybe if Zh walked for seven more years,


He would be able to hear the ancestral declaration



That was once upon time, before it was banished



from the Kanaka Maoli nation.

1944: The same time Zh found lin


It was the prime of WWII

Pearl Harbor Bombed



Poindexter decides to embalm martial law

Rights ripped out of the American Dream

1928: Zh hanai into a xiqi

A woman by the name of


Mary Kawena Pukui

strongly supported the Lhui through countless hours

of deciphering our so-called foreign language



To be untangled

Her support to revive this foreign language into our e

Our ancestral language


Yet Zh did not remotely understand or learn any of it
1922: Zh was born

Hawaiian was introduced as a


foreign

language in the University of Hawaii
To be Kanaka Maoli was not welcomed

So like an almond trying to be a walnut,

Lehua became Zh
And under that same mahina piha,

Zh will never retain the benefits from Prince Jonah Kuhio Kalanianaole

He will never bear the rights from a righteous Kingdom of Hawaii

He will never thank his aumakua


If he was never informed of them

Because he will never understand his full identity of being Kanaka Maoli

The things that were so rightfully ours,
We will no longer be able to receive

the gift,


the blessings,



the humbling privilege to obtain any of it.

To be of Hawaiian descendant was not just bad, but a disgrace
The unfair game now set upon a frame.

The picture of Zh: the image of Wallace Wah Lee Look

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His name was never Look
My name should not have Look

Yet, it sure is in the books.

And this happened throughout the country, our oh-so-called land of the free
But it isnt for me.

A child of color, an adolescent of a forgotten culture
Today, I will never know my aumakua of the lehua,
Only the twisted haole supremacy of

Tarnishing the once thriving Hawaiian Kingdom.
Spits of laughter is upon us all, those who are different
The community split by the racial hands of superiority

Because the only difference between races are opportunity.