Our bones

We are now seen as humans; yet one wants another slain. How can we move forward, if we cannot acknowledge pain, how do we know truth without the signature of this governments proof? Elders past and present are clinging onto hope, that someday we will be better, under your great Australian oath. The war we fought stands the test of time and the war we fight goes on, many of our mob are losing, as our bodies become undone. We are blamed for being honest, for being too outspoken, Mr. man do not tell us! On your words you are chokin’.

Hey, you fellas you need to know, our history is real and raw, this is not a “no worries” problem, and the difference is lore and law. See our history repeats itself and builds that burning fire. We are tired of the humiliation and being called “down right liars”. We are Aboriginal people, self- determined to see the day that our babies will no longer need to scream that this too is my pain.

​Our stories, they will be heard; by those who choose to hear, and those that are blind, will not, because of their “Aboriginal fear”. These thoughts are that of poison, to deny the basic human rights of our mob, we hear time and time again, but why can’t you all just move on? I don’t know my name, my mother’s, or her line and the government will sit there on their big high horse and say that this is fine?! You have taken what is yours, and now we want it back. You tell us we are uneducated and that you think we’re slack!

We wanted scar trees to stand tall, and dreamtime stories to be heard, you scold us for our hurting, you question when we fight back. Is our resilience too much? or is it because we do not fit into what you think should be blak? Yes, this Idyllic Australian society can stand up and be counted, but when we decide to protest, there is no choice, years go on and nothing has amounted. You make it hard for us to learn your ways, cross the t’s and dot the I’s, when our way It worked for over 100,000 years, something our government seems to despise. Mr police man says “What have you got to hide young man and no I’m not your brother. Oh this woman seems unfit, to be a caring mother. These kids they don’t know anything, they’ll only get into fights.” Just chuck us in a system where we don’t have no rights.

Well, you’re wrong you see, we will stand up! Our ancestors they have spoken. Keep our mother tongue in young mouths so we can carry on. I will not be a statistic for the system,I will not lower my voice. We will march and we will question everything, like we’ve always had the choice. We can heal this country’s spirit and our hardened soul if only this government would give back the now “cattle land” that they thought to steal.

Our Generations to pay, young ones torn from the arms of our kin. Our bones are all the same but our lives are determined by white or black skin. ”