What happens to the ones forgotten

the ones who shaped my heart from their rib cages

i want to taste the tears in their names

trace their souls into my vocal chords so that i can feel related again

because i have forgotten my own grandparents middle names

Forgotten what color thread god used to sew me together with


There is a culture

Somewhere beneath my skin that i’ve been searching for since i landed here

But it’s hard to feel sometimes

Because at Stanford we are innovative

the city of Macintosh breeds thinkers of tomorrow

and i have forgotten how to remember


But our roots cannot remember themselves

Cannot remember how to dance if we don’t chant for them

And will not sing unless we are listening

but our tongues feel too foreign in our own mouths

we donʻt dare speak out loud

and we, cant even remember our own parents names

so who will care to remember mine if i dont teach them


i want to teach my future children

how to spell family with my middle name- Heolimeleikalnai

how to hold love with Kamakawiwo’ole

how to taste culture in the Kumulipo


do not forget me

my father


who could not forget his own


do not forget whatʻs left

cuz this is all we have

and you wont find our roots online


We have no dances or chants if we have no history

just rants

no roots

just tears

this is all i have of our family history

and now its yours


ʻO Maʻalolaninui ke kāne ʻo Lonokaumakahiki ka wahine

Noho pū lāua a hānau ia ʻo Imaikalani he Kāne

ʻO Imaikalani ke kāne ʻo Kekoʻokalani ka wahine

Noho pū lāua a hānau ia ʻo Paʻaluhi Kahinuonalani he kāne

ʻO Paʻaluhi Kahinuonalani ke kāneʻo Piʻipiʻi Kealiʻiwaiwaiʻole ka wahine

Noho pū lāua a hānau iāʻo Charles Moses Kamakawiwoʻole ʻo Kamehameha ke kane

ʻO Hainaloa ke kāne ʻo Niau ka wahine

Noho pū lāua a hāneu ia ʻo Kaluaihonolulu ka wahine

ʻO Kaluaihonolulu ka wahine ʻo Nakoʻoka ke kāne

Noho pū lāua a hānau ia ʻo Kapahu he wahine

ʻO Kapahu ka wahine ʻo Kua ke kāne

Noho pū lāua a hānau ia ʻo Daisy Kealiʻiʻaiawaawa he wahine [Koholālele]

ʻO Charles Moses KamakawiwoʻoleʻoKamehameha ke kāne ʻo Daisy Kealiʻiaiʻawaʻawa ka wahine

Noho pū lāua a hānau ia ʻo Eliza Leialoha Kamakawiwoʻole he wahine [Kukuihaele]

ʻO Eliza Leialoha Kamakawiwoʻole ka wahine ʻo Emil Montero Osorio ke kāne [Hilo]

Noho pū lāua a hānau ʻia ʻo Elroy Thomas Leialoha Osorio he kāne

ʻO Manūawai ke kāne ʻo Keao ka wahine [South Kona & Kohala]
Noho pū lāua a hānau ia ʻo Sarah Piʻikea Papanui he wahine

ʻO Sarah Piʻikea Papanui ka wahine ʻo Kam Sheong AKIONA ke kāne
Noho pū lāua a hānau ia ʻo Nani Kaluahine Kimoe Akiona he wahine

ʻO Nani Kaluahine Kimoe Akiona ka wahine ʻo LeRoy Adam Anthony KAY ke kāne
Noho pū lāua a hānau ia ʻo Clara Kuʻulei Kay he Wahine

ʻO Elroy Thomas Leialoha Osorio ke kāne ʻo Clara Kuʻulei Kay ka wahine

Noho pū lāua a hānau ia ʻo Jonathan Kay Kamakawiwoʻole Osorio he Kāne

ʻO Jonathan Kay Kamakawiwoʻole Osorio ke kāne ʻo Mary Carol Dunn ka wahine

Noho pū lāua a Hānau ia ʻo Jamaica Heolimeleikalani Osorio


do not forget us

mai poina





One thought on “Kumulipo

  1. Her name is spelled wrong the first time it appears in the poem, at the end it says “lnai” when it should say “lani”.

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