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‘How Aboriginal Are You?’ Pt.2
On land of blood red sands and ancient lore,
Echoes linger of an ancient yore.
Questioned: my heritage, doubts arise,
A light skinned Indigenous, navigating ties.
Children torn from loving arms, stolen away,
Their laughter silenced; their spirits dismayed.
Taken from Mothers, Fathers and Kin,
In the name of a misguided, cruel sin.
Through shadowed valleys and whispering trees,
Wandering lost with shattered dreams.
Stripped of identity, culture denied,
Language forbidden and souls defied.
Yet within me, their blood flows strong,
A legacy endured, amidst the wrong.
In each heartbeat, their stories thrive,
Resilience, courage, against the strive.
With every step, I reclaim our past,
Despite the doubts, the questions cast.
I am the children you stole.
I am the water you poisoned.
My voice echoes, my spirit emboldened.
