I don’t want to eat my vegetables
As I sneak away from the table,
trying to blend in with the crowd
I can hear them coming to seek me out and carry me by my ears
To the table where my vegetables lay
Arms held behind back,
Mouth held open,
by the monsters that force food down my throat,
Choking is an option as I fight for breath
In the corner of the room I can see dark shadows,
Every now and then they move
I watch as the nuns walk towards them, with food in there hands
I can see they are dark skinned children, as they sit huddled on the floor in the corner
I see their faces reek of fear,
Or is that anticipation
The black and white habits walk back and forward,
throwing food on the ground
I cried as I witnessed this ACT,
Throwing food like they were DOGS
I watched as they scamper so quickly,
looking like they were starved,
Shoveling food into their mouths.
Not all got food that night, the strongest win out
I silently wonder how often they got fed?
As the last morsal of vegetables is pushed into my choking mouth
I’m led back into the darkness of the dorm
I take one last look behind me, and see the pain etched into each face
I now understand that not all people are kind,
Cruelty runs in some hearts
I wonder why we never see these children,
Where are they kept?
If I had eaten my vegetables that night,
I would have never known
Where do they sleep?
as we curl up in our beds
What do they do all day as we see sunlight,
Feel fresh air on our cheeks?
I ask and no one seems to know about this,
They look at me as if I’m mad
I scream these children exist,
I seen them with my eyes
Every one else is oblivious to the fact,
They were there I tell
I seen them, I seen them, I seen them I swear
We experience beatings, torture if you want to call it that, and you can
You could see the evil in their eyes
I silently wonder how those children get treated,
Do they get worse?
My heart fills with pain every time I see them, now I know I do
I see them peek around corners,
As nuns hit them away
I see them being taken, carrying buckets and rags
I see the pain in there faces,
The tears in their eyes
The fear seems to be etched into their skin
My heartbreaks, my pain is too much to bare,
I pray to god to help them
The irony of it I know,
Is that what they were???
This beautiful women Emma Donovan is the inspiration for my write, this is the song I listened to the night I wrote this story, I cried listening to this beautiful song, have a listen !!!
Emma Donovan Ngarraanga Video Clip
Ngarraanga (Remember) or Ngarraanga Ngiinundi Yuludarra (Remember Your Dreaming) is Emmas tribute to the Stolen Generations and includes traditional language, written with long time writing partner Yanya Boston. The video was shot at Carriageworks in Redfern in Sydney and features the extraordinary talent of Torres Strait Islander dancer, Albert David, inter-woven with archival footage.
For more info please visit www.emmadonovan.
A must listen to:
The Most Amazing Song Ever – Wiyathul by Geoffrey Gurrumul Yunupingu, Blind from birth an amazing artist …
Myself and my three sisters spent time in a home run by NUNS (1974), for Aboriginal children.
Children were still being taken here in Australia right up till 1978…
The time I spent in a NUNS home for the stolen generation, the fair skinned children were separated from the dark skin children, and we were never to mix.
With my experiences I learnt compassion, and it opened my heart to the plight of others, I think that’s why now as an ADULT I work with children of ABUSE!
I do not dwell on what has happened, I learn and part knowledge to understand, I’m told by many children that they can talk to me because I understand what they are and have been going through… All I know is I show as much LOVE as one person can muster, and let them see that not all Adults are MONTERS!!!