​Brittany Louise

I have a deep passion for both animals and poetry, which have been guiding forces throughout my life. Currently, I find myself in the final semester of my journey toward a degree in Journalism and Psychology, aiming to merge my love for words with an understanding of the human mind.

Nature has always been a wellspring of inspiration for me, and the beach holds a special place in my heart. Whether it's the tranquil beauty of a sunset painting the sky with warm hues or the quiet magic of a sunrise breaking over the horizon, I find solace and rejuvenation in these moments.

My appreciation for the intricacies of the natural world and the human psyche fuels my desire to craft stories that resonate with others. As I near the completion of my academic journey, I look forward to combining my passions and skills to explore the world through the lens of journalism while weaving the beauty of words into the fabric of human experience.
​SOS
Swimming for dear life.
Grasping.
Gasping for air.
Poison seeping into my coral home.
Why?
What did we do to deserve this cruelty?
1.3 million tonnes of nuclear waste, a decision made with such haste.
My 8 tentacle friend ushered her little ones to some sort of safety before drawing her last bubble.
BUT ITS NOT SAFE ANYMORE IS IT?
My finned friends trying to survive this ‘green liquid’ poison that’s claiming the ocean one nautical mile at a time.
Yet, there you are on land with a tight smile, and with a flick of a finger YOU rob the Pacific Ocean and her islands of her beauty and culture.

The gentle giant of the sea tries her best to ensure the survival of her calf.
The poor baby hasn’t the slightest idea what's going on.
The majestic vonu searches for a familiar place of security.
Do you not see what you’ve done?
YOU with the red circle and white backgrounded flag.
My Pacific people pleaded and protested.
The sea is their blood.
Their tears do you not hear?.

Those who took the lead because of your testing are turning in their graves.
Now you steal the waves of her rhythm.
History through a mirror.
A whisper through conch shells sent warnings far and wide.
30 years of this will mean the death of ocean species.

​My waitui I’m sorry for what they’ve done. 
I’m afraid they’ve only just begun.
I will echo your SOS for years to come.

By Brittany Louise.

​Dedicated to Grandpa Paul Ah Poy
Nuclear Legacies. 

Kirisimasi.
They destroyed your beauty.
Mushroom-like smoke filled the air and the white man stood and stared.
Tai. You suffered the cruel aftermath.
Your hair hit the ground, your nails followed, and the smile I remember so well held the gums that
bled a story that you tried to get the white man to hear.
Grandpa. I was so small and I hadn't the slightest idea what THEY did.
But you fought the battle of the voices.
You kept fighting to be heard, to get the voices of your brothers in arms to the ears of the colonists.
At the House of Commons you stood, telling your story.
You told them how the consequences of their explosions cost you the life of sweet 3-year-old Anne.
I wish I was with you then.
I wish I understood.
Operation Grapple. You witnessed 7, 7 horrific  as they called it.
Tai. Strong. Brave. Gentle.
I will echo your story, till the Brits take responsibility.
My tears will travel with the ripples of the waves, far and wide.
Ill make sure your stories come and go with the tide and reach the ears of many.
My thoughts are with the survivors of Kirisimasi.

By Brittany Louise