I am a brown-white boy-girl. I am lonely. I am stuck in a sea of pastel peach.
This sea has mutated me to know only one thing: my colonised body.
My body exists simply to fight with the sea. It fights with the sea by simply existing.
You are the sea. You are unaware that you are the sea of pastel peach.
I perform my battles with you, the sea.
I confront you. I insult you. I offend you. I escape you.
I interfere with your business of carrying pastel peach from shore to shore.
From your shores to my shores.
I cannot stop you.
I can only reclaim one part of the shore you took from me and defend it.
I can only attempt to be Maa Kali
I cannot be her.
I stop you within the confines of health and safety regulations
In the hopes that you learn to stop yourself.
This sea has mutated me to know only one thing: my colonised body.
My body exists simply to fight with the sea. It fights with the sea by simply existing.
You are the sea. You are unaware that you are the sea of pastel peach.
I perform my battles with you, the sea.
I confront you. I insult you. I offend you. I escape you.
I interfere with your business of carrying pastel peach from shore to shore.
From your shores to my shores.
I cannot stop you.
I can only reclaim one part of the shore you took from me and defend it.
I can only attempt to be Maa Kali
I cannot be her.
I stop you within the confines of health and safety regulations
In the hopes that you learn to stop yourself.