Here’s a little rhyme. As I’m chilling doing time, paying the price for my crime.

What did you see when you looked at me? Just a little girl, I had no voice, you kept me down without a choice. You gave heartache and pain, said I was your endless shame.

They talked to us about our struggles, their words we could not hear, while being condemned and held accountable; our vision was not clear.

Bandyup is a place, where we are a mixed race. It doesn’t matter where we are from, we should support each other as one.