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Culunga Aboriginal Community School

Nicole Clinch 

A Poem By Nicole Clinch
Year 9






      ME AND MY PEOPLE

      I am Nicole Clinch
      An Aboriginal true and true
      Born in 1985 November 2
      To the parents of Tracey and Charles
      Born in Perth
      Grew up with mum, pop, nanna
      And other members of the family.
      "Australia! My Australia,
      Born a virgin
      Mutilated by unwelcome visitors."
      Loved by my family
      And involved in their activities.
      I grew up learning the customs
      traditions and law
      Of my ancestors.
      Went hunting and bardy collecting
      And collected bush tucker for the rest
      of my kin's folk.

      "Australia! My Australia,
      Born a virgin
      Mutilated by unwelcome visitors."
      Heard stories of the woggle and
      The mighty deeds of Yagen.
      Why the emus can't fly
      And the barn barn barlala.
      Heard also of the laws of the Tribe
      The punishment meted out to erring
      and recalcitrant offenders.

      "Australia! My Australia,
      Born a virgin
      Mutilated by unwelcome visitors."
      Went to school with friends and strangers
      Fought with foes and loved my play mates
      Learned to read and write in the ways of the wadjellas.
      Lessons learned helped to foster love and hate.
      Recollecting one incident:
      When having done well in a test
      I was told that I had cheated
      It was all because I was black.
      My eyes soon opened to the fact that
      Colour was the prime concern.
      "Why can't people
      Love one another as I have loved you."
      Why should people see colour, class
      or creed in another's eyes?

      "Australia! My Australia,
      Born a virgin
      Mutilated by unwelcome visitors."
      Suffered and scared by pain and sorrows
      Inflicted by whites and blacks alike
      Embedded in my memory
      For years to come.
      Learnt in a year at school
      While others take a lifetime.
      We never knew what grog, buyo and sugar were
      Until the white fella came.
      Guns and ammo to shoot and kill
      "Fall the black fella"
      Was the order of the day.
      My people fell like 9-pins on the ground
      Some were caught, tortured, suffered and killed
      But others kept on going,
      Stories too many to unfold on this lettered form.

      "Australia! My Australia,
      Born a virgin
      Mutilated by unwelcome visitors."
      Reconciliation -- a new work in Australia
      This means a lot to me
      Let's love and respect each other true and true.
      Hate must vanish against all
      perpetrators if we are to succeed
      We must not see our countrymen as
      white, black or brindle
      But as our brothers and sisters and
      Love one another as God has loved us.