Creative

You begin to scream and shout. Roll about time to let it all out. Emotions running wild from the hurt and pain. It’s starting to hurt my brain.

Do you feel confined, please sympathise my pain. The lack of understanding, I find it very vain. Just imagine freedom, independence stripped from you, how would you feel and what would you do.

Another day another cell, can’t believe I’m locked in a cell. Imagine this is what it’s like living in hell, lawyers to pay but no money and nothing to sell!

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.