Kāore te kūmara e kōrero mō tōnu ake reka
The kūmara doesn't speak of it's own sweetness... or does it?
Hanging above our work station, a print of kūmara baskets-
an abundance of kūmara, ready for all to be fed.
It reminds me to chill the fuck out- don’t be greedy.
Don’t declare you have kai if you’re not willing to give it out-
don’t be a hungus.
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