Story by Kawai Jackson

All of what you know is the tip of the iceberg
literally and metaphorically
The one who is sharply dressed
With your white dress shirts
And your navy slacks
The one whose arrogance
Pour out your pores
The one who stretches the truth
Like a rubber band
Only to fulfill your hidden agenda
All of what you know is from what your handlers tell you
The whispers in your ear
Coaching on what to say
Filling yourself with acceptance not even there
While they fill their pockets with your money
You don’t see the livelihood
The meals
The culture
Our taro patches
Our islands
In saltwater

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