Dear Marshall

Dear Marshall,
Now that you’re old enough, this. Is your story.
I was the child that got raped by the hands that seeped past my body and vigorously down my spine, I cried seamlessly oceans that filled the biggest basin of 30, tears that swallowed 60 million 90 degree angles that faced each other with the same four grey walls.
Your father followed without “how art thous” and rather slipped out slurs of hot blooded desires of empowering fingertips, conquering my every limb and scrapping my tongue numb, and with the many sands of time, you our child was born “Jolet Jen Anij” or as your father later named you John Marshall of the 180 in the era of 1788.
They named me “peaceful” in a tongue at the time, had he not have had disputes with his brethren and had fled to my shores I wouldn’t be tangled in cobwebs of ships that sunk through my flesh, that sparked ever so deadly, in the tears I tried to drown consciously equating explosive power of 42.2 megatons drowning you, my dear son.
But tell me, how are you? Do you still have breathing complications? Are your lungs still struggling for life? Burnt holes in your eyes that run skin deep. How are your children? Do they know who they are?
Now that you’re old enough, this is your story.
Sincerely,
your mother pacific.

Krystal Elizabeth Selwood is 22 years young. A Youngsolwaran based in Samoa, and is of Papua New Guinea and Samoan parentage.

​“I stand firmly with the belief that anyone and everyone should not be deprived their equal right to feel and believe, among other things I believe in a peaceful future and a stable society.”

Krystal Elizabeth Selwood is 22 years young. A Youngsolwaran based in Samoa, and is of Papua New Guinea and Samoan parentage.