26/01/2019
Old design I did. Almost two years ago. ❤️ our children reflect our country and their belonging, they will always belong, we will always belong. Poem is from 2016
How do we Speak to brick walls
that Want us to scream
so they can Laugh in our faces
how do we Fit all
that haunts in our Dreams
into such Harsh social spaces
white australia will Tell us
we Don't know, what we do
they will Always fail to
address
the Cause of distress
they won't see the truth
most don't want to
they will silence and Shame
whoever Dare Call their name
they will Discredit and make Claims
fill our Throats with Sand and Disband our senses
Senselessly
Again and again
Relentlessly
they see Nothing of Sacredness and Never could see
they will put Blood to our Eyes and call Us Blinded by colour
As they put Death to our Sisters and Brothers
and still call Us wild
The Most Dangerous Thing To Be Right Now
Is An Aboriginal Child:
A Murri Jarjum feeling Deadly with their Mob
A little Torres Strait bubba taking every chance
To show their elders how they do their ancient dance
A Noongar baby, with skin like his Pop
A little Nungah sissy that's Smart Strong, Deadly And pretty
A Koori son, who Smiles at Everyone
A Yolngu daughter, achieving her Goals with Self belief
A young Palawa brother learning Ancient Traditions in his tribal country
A Koorie teen, connected to her people and Her Dreams
Our children Undefined by Any negative conditions
defying All preconceived Suspicions
Rising as Seeds grow, Blooming in their Brilliance
Rising from Oppression through Concrete
So you can Call it what you Want, whatever Suits Ya,
white australia’s Not afraid of its Black History, but of its
Black Future
