Guahån, Guam, Islas de Los Ladrones, ​Ōmiya-Jima,

“We Have” everything we need, but you made us

Where America’s Day Begins after calling us
The Island of thieves and turning us into
Great Shrine Island
Who are we?
Silenced voices
And forced choices
Toyed with war spoiled
Hosts. Scavenging for culture
And language that’s been torn and
Ravaged. Independence managed
To escape us far too long. It’s time
That our words be heard and our voices
Resist exploitation and corruption. We
Can rid assumptions and pound our identity
Indefinitely in their heads like percussion.
We may not be rushing, but something is
Coming. A change that’ll gauge just how
Big this little island is. We will know who
We are. They will know who we are.