Inspired by Aboriginal Man by Jack Davis
I am sad and lost
Trapped in a decrepit heap for the poor
For the not you, for the not wealthy, for the not true blue.
Dad said We ain’t got much but we stand our own.
The big guys hide us away
Expect us to do things their way
Then complain when we can’t keep up
Dad said They’ll help us, give you dough while you grow.
They scream at us to do as they do
Be grateful for those pennies
Enjoy the box for shelter and the boxed food to feed on.
Dad said We got grub we’ll be alright.
Our land was stolen, and we abused
Do it like them, that’s the way to live
Speak like them, act like them, don’t be you.
Dad said Uhhhh we’ll get by, our mob always do.
Thrown to the ground, knees on our necks
Spit, shit, piss and spew
We treat you right, Aboriginal Man, they say.
Dad said Fuck ‘em then, do it your way.
Beau SYW is an autistic Wiradjuri writer based in Naarm. When not writing poetry to help him understand his thoughts, he writes wild stories about confused characters finding themselves. In his spare time he likes laying on wet grass and talking to birds.