Stand Tall

We have become a travelling people
Letting our curiosity curate over centuries of consuming culture and clan and the colonising of what we cannot understand
Taking anything we can monetise and raping the Land.

Stand here
with us awhile.
Stand tall
do not let our ancestors take the fall for what we can still fix
as mixed people
as Caucasians combined skin with coloured continents
we become one
It wasn’t the Queen’s plan
but now Meghan and Harry are starting to show the cracks in this system
Revealing the reconciliation over centuries with oppressor to victim
we are one kin
in the end

So we sigh with relief
even if it’s but one sign of hope
One sigh of hope is how it begins
the first breath
when we use our voices to scream and to sing
We deflate the story
We change the game
We don’t need to be remembered by name
We are all the same
No more no less than star burst into flame

Fallen here, where we stand.

On this Land

So look up
Stand tall
As stardust showers our skin
let us begin
as mixed
as one

who stand tall
never letting our ancestors take the fall.