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For years I searched for

What my family would not give freely

I could not go on any more

Not knowing where roots laid for me

To deny someone the answers

To their own identity

Because of the ingrained stigmas

They themselves grew up with; in society

Only furthers to prolong the pain

Of another time and another place

That is the bloodied stain

On this land – against another race

I wanted to break the cycle

Of inherited shame and denial

I began searching my ancestry

Researching my own family tree

For so long I didn’t get anywhere

A continual dead end to nowhere

Until one night I found one more clue

I stared, waiting, looking at that screen

Trembling for the confirmation of what I knew

Excitement though quickly turned to distress

For what I seen

The image loaded was of two white people

‘So called’ parents of my dark great-grandmother

My body grew heavy with deep sobs (uncontrollable)

I felt the wretched torment passed from generation to another

Shattered, I closed that computer screen

Devastated at what that image did mean

To be a part of what was stolen

Left my mind numb and my spirit broken

That was more than a year ago now

With determination I carried on somehow

Until the day this year of August twenty one

Re-ignited my spirit would search for freedom

What’s happening inside of me I can only explain

By knowing my ancestors could feel my pain

For the inhumanity they themselves endured

That was part of this country and its laws

My journey has now started

To fight against the oppression

That in this country never departed

Ever since invasion

Reconnected now I will try my best

With my ancestors spirits

Guiding me on the quest

For my people to have justice

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My Spirit is Strong

I feel my ancestors

Guiding me

On the path

That was meant to be

My spirit is strong

And unfailing

It has carried on

Despite the denying

That continually

Has tried to destroy

What’s inside

That lives free

But I know my purpose

What I was born to do

The connection lost

Has re-surfaced

And will reach from me

Out to you

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This is Me

Too white to be black

And too black to be white

Outcast of society

This was my life

Until the day I realised

I am the one that lives my life

No-one can tell me who I am

The thoughts I feel

And where I stand

I will no longer

Hand control over

Any part of my spirit

And what lives on in it

Now I am a thriving  tree

Albeit; yet to find all it’s roots

But the blood that runs through me

Is living proof

That who I am

The words I speak

It was meant to be

This is me!



No Place

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I have no people

And I have no place

Where do I belong

In the Aboriginal race?

I know how I feel

And the blood that runs

Through my veins

Hidden ancestry

Their pain is now…

My pain


Written on paper

Government policy

Did they not consider

That they could

Fade the colour

But that the Black spirit

Would linger


Inside of me


My scars run deepquestimage

Through my veins

Carrying my blood

My spiritual pain

I search for the truth 

A missing link

Can someone please

Tell me something?

I’m not asking too much

I don’t think

The years are going by

And still I’m not getting 

Any answers

Am I the only one

In my family

That cares about

Our own Indigenous ancestry