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.

The pain that I feel, this place that I’m in, these four walls closing in…

As this time comes to an end, I wonder which way the next will bend. The earth and moon will do their thing, I’ll embrace everything.

To all the prisoners who have ever spent time away from the ones they love.

In Creative Learning we get to see some amazing stuff made by talented people. The best part is hearing the stories behind how creative projects have come to life.

Buy-Ups feed my belly, but what about my mind? Wth nothing on the telly, I might as well be blind.

It was November 2025. I had zero dollars in my jail account. Mum sent me some Christmas dollars. I’d just started working and was earning $47.00 per week, plus $9.95 hygiene allowance.