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THE POETRY OF KERRY REED-GILBERT
Selected by Coral Hull

[Above] Photo of Kerry Reed-Glibert by Geoff Ross, 2002.

"Walk in my footprints then understand.
Reconciliation has to come from within"


I I want to show the roses ... I Today I I Why is it? I You ask me ... I Uluru Dreamin' I I Achieve what? I Walk in my footprints I Belonging I Culturally Appropriate? I Responsible I Oh Mary, you did get it wrong I ...I watch you shyly, I I thank you…… I Lets get physical I Australia, oh Australia I All the good people I Spirit of Place I I Today I cried All the good people I And the sign said ... I In the Spirit of Reconciliation I


I want to show the roses ...

I want to show the roses how beautiful you are
I want them to smell your sweet essence, your bouquet.

I want to show the roses how beautiful you are
Your aura. Your uniqueness.
Your beauty surrounds you,
as you walk through the passage of time
As you move gracefully into my arms,
perfect in every way.

I want to show the roses how beautiful you are
As my touch lingers on your arm.
As my lips quiver as they caress yours.

I want to show the roses how beautiful you are
As I explore your radiance, vibrance, spirit and soul.

I want to show the roses how beautiful you are

Because, I love you.

For Michael C.
(In memory)

Published in Talkin' About Country (Kuracca Communications, 2002).

Today I

I gaze across watching you.
Images of your tenderness,
your loving, flash across my heart.
Remembering in my mind and body,
the ecstasy of each sweet caress.

My body trembles as I
relive the gentleness of your touch,
as you seek my most secret places.
Secret places meant for you.
Secret places for us to share.

Published in Talkin' About Country (Kuracca Communications, 2002).

Why is it?

Why is it?
That
We are
Strong
Intelligent
Independent
Women

Yet
We need
A man
To hold us
To caress us
To whisper I love you

Why is it?
That
We crave
Flowers on Valentines day
Champagne on our birthdays
Diamonds on our fingers
A lover's touch, a warm embrace

Why is it?
It's
Because
We are women
And you are men
And
Nature takes control.

Published in Talkin' About Country (Kuracca Communications, 2002).

You Ask Me ...

You ask me questions to justify your own doubts.
You ask me questions to justify your own ignorance.
You ask me questions to justify your own racism.
You ask me questions. Why?
Why do Aboriginal people fight for equality,
Fight for rights? Fight for sovereignty?
Walk in my footsteps for just one day
Share my journey. My journey of life.
Live one day in my skin.
Live the racism that I live daily.

You tell me I get 'Special Treatment'.
You tell me I get 'Handouts'.
You tell me I've got it easy. I get paid not to work.
You tell me the government will buy me a house.
Buy me a car. Give me more dole than you.

Oh, I wish! I wish that was the reality. But the truth is.
I will most likely die before you do.
I will watch my family die right before my eyes.
I will attend many more funerals than you.
I will see my son, nephew, daughter, niece, cousin go to jail,
to become one more statistic as a Black Death in Custody.
I will have an employer slam his door in my face,
because he doesn't want no 'abo' working there.
I will most likely never own a new car. Let alone a house.
I sometimes live in tents because the white man won't rent me his house.
I will have a man want to fuck me because I am the forbidden fruit.
Not because I am an exciting, stimulating, intelligent, sexy woman.
I will have to justify my people and my culture everyday of my life.
If that is a 'Handout', if that is 'Special Treatment'.
I'll swap my life with yours anytime.
Nay.
I'm Strong, Black'n'Proud. I'll stay me and I'll fight to the day I die.

Published in Talkin' About Country (Kuracca Communications, 2002).

Uluru Dreamin'

Uluru Dreamin'
- Reaching out to me
Uluru Dreamin'
- Belonging to me
Spirits seeking deep into my heart
Found my inner self
Uniting deep into my soul
Connecting to
ME

I looked. I saw.
I touched. I felt
ME.
I belonged. I belonged.

Uluru Dreamin'
- Reaching out to me
Uluru Dreamin'
- Belonging to me
I felt my body
I felt my soul
I felt my spirit
I felt ME.

Uluru Dreamin'
- Reaching out to me
Uluru Dreamin'
Connecting
- Belonging to me
- Becoming
ME

Published in Talkin' About Country (Kuracca Communications, 2002).

Achieve what?

And he said 'You can achieve'.
Achieve, achieve what?
Success in business.
Success in life.

And I said:
'Hey, I've achieved.
I've achieved big.
I'm not cashed up,
No flash car,
No flash house,
But I've achieved.'

I'm still alive. Still alive.
In this white man's world.
Where, if you let him,
he'll tear you apart.

Hey, I've achieved.
I'm no statistic.
For no documentation.
I'm not a number
in the ledger book
where he does his recording.

Hey, I've achieved, I made it to forty.

Published in Talkin' About Country (Kuracca Communications, 2002).

Walk in my footprints

Yes, I'll share my Mother, Yes, I'll share with you
But tell me truthfully. Will you share with me?
Walk in my footprints for just one day.
Walk in my shadow, walk in my space.

Fight for justice, for equality and rights.
Fight for your heritage with all your might.
Fight for your dignity with strength and pride.
The next time someone calls you
a 'coon,' an 'abo' or a 'gin'.
Walk in my footprints then understand.
Reconciliation has to come from within.

Walk in my footprints and watch my people die.
Walk in my footprints through those hard cold cells.
Walk in my footprints to the gravesite there,
that little white cross marks the death of a child.

Walk in my footprints then tell me what reconciliation is.
Documents of instruments, government lies,
propaganda for the people both black and white.

Reconciliation. Stop my people dying.
Reconciliation. Give us justice and freedom.
Reconciliation. Give us our rights.
A Treaty of dignity
A Treaty of pride
A Treaty of honor
- of humanity and life
A Treaty of Rights.

Walk in my footsteps: Fight

Published in Talkin' About Country (Kuracca Communications, 2002).

Belonging

Feel me - Let your inner soul seek
Know me - Deep inside your heart
Seek your wisdom
Gain your strength

You Blackgin.
Born of this land.
Look deep within yourself.
- See the beauty there
- The beauty within
Hold the memory.
Gather the dream.
- You belong to Mother Earth
- Your Dreamin'
- Your Creation
- Your Belonging

Feel me - Let your inner soul seek
Know me - Deep within your soul
Seek your wisdom
Gain your strength

Unite with me from within.
Let the depths of your soul
- Caress your spirit

Feel me
Touch me
Connect to me
Me - Your Mother
Mother Earth.

Published in Talkin' About Country (Kuracca Communications, 2002).

Culturally Appropriate?

Hey, brother you heard them words
- culturally appropriate
Them the buzz words for today.

Culturally appropriate, Sistagirl,
whats that mean?

Well, its about them white fellas
makin' their services culturally appropriate
to us Mob - Us Blackfellas.
They suppose to do this stuff so
we can finally get some
basic human rights
in this country.
Our country.

Hey sis, I hate to tell you this,
they gonna be saying them words when
They're burying me 6 foot under, 'cause
we ain't gonna get human rights
in our own country in my lifetime.

No sista, not in my lifetime.

Published in Talkin' About Country (Kuracca Communications, 2002).

Responsible

Who's responsible? You, me, the government, the police, him, her, that one sitting there, the drunk in the park, the hooker, the housewife, the politician, the taxi driver, the bus driver, the preacher, the teacher? The Asian, the Italian, the Greek, the English, the Irish, the Brazilian, the Indian, the Malaysian, the Chinese, the European, the American, the Scot? Let me tell you, you are all of you, each and every single one and every other nationality that I haven't mentioned, you're responsible.

Responsible for this land and the people in it. Every single person. It's not good enough to come to a new land and claim it for your own. Ownership is responsibility and accountability. Don't tell me you're doing the right thing because you have a job and you bought your own home and your kids are going to school and getting their education. Responsible is the acknowledgment that Cook stole this land, that the man was a thief and a liar. That the history books got it wrong and still they tell a lie. He and his people raped and slaughtered, massacred and poisoned. He stole a land that didn't belong to King George. Didn't belong to the crown. Don't tell me you're responsible when you sit back in your office or your cab or your classroom and deny the Indigenous people of this land, human rights, equal rights, sovereignty.

The Australian governments past and present continually steal our land, our people, our children, our culture, our heritage, our history. Made in the policies of genocide. Don't tell me you don't know. 'Responsible' is learning this country, sharing the stories, sharing the pain and the hurt. Sharing the untruths. Who's responsible? You are! If you call this country home, you are. You came to the lucky country to make a new home. The lucky country where? For who? Not me, I'm Aboriginal, you, maybe you're a migrant, you'll get the jobs, you'll learn the skills, you'll get the recognition and the acknowledgment. You tell me the country, your country was in trouble fighting a war, a poverty so you left came here.

What for? A new life, a new start, opportunities for you, your wife and your children, then your mother, your father, auntie, uncle. You'll bring them all here cause Australia's the lucky country, the lucky country for you and yours. You'll fly your flag and have it recognised, you'll practice your culture and have it shared. You'll celebrate your day of religion or your culture. Maybe all your supporters will paint themselves different colours, the way that the Irish do, green and it will be seen on TV.

'Responsible?' Who's responsible, you are! The moment you walked upon this land, the moment you took your first breath. The moment you called Australia home, 'you're responsible.' The moment you decided to better yourself in this great land.

And
Fine, that's fine with me just don't do it on the backs of the Blacks.
The original owners of this land.

Published in Talkin' About Country (Kuracca Communications, 2002).

Oh Mary, you did get it wrong

I was the convict sent to hell
to make in the desert the living well
I split the rock, I felled the tree
The nation was because of me.'
Mary Gilmore 1918.

Oh Mary, you did get it wrong.
You told the people all those lies.
You did not make a nation,
because you felled some trees.
You did not make a nation,
because you dug some wells.

You and yours, Mary, stole a land,
that didn't belong to you,
didn't belong to King George.
You killed and slaughtered.
You massacred and murdered,
you tried to eradicate the People of this land.

You came and claimed our country
with your poisons and diseases.
You came and claimed your sovereignty.
While denying us ours.

Oh Mary, you did get it wrong
The nation you claim you built,
is built on Blackfellas bones.


Published in Talkin' About Country (Kuracca Communications, 2002).

... I watch you shyly,

I watch you shyly,
as you discover my body.
I feel your breath as
you place gentle kisses.
My lips tingle in anticipation
as your lips seek mine to conquer.

Encased in the rapture of your love
as your hands caress my womaness.
Burning desire saturates through my being
as I wait, begging, wanting,
needing our bodies to unite.
Seeking the ultimate release,
our bodies becoming one.

Today I remembered yesterday.

Published in Talkin' About Country (Kuracca Communications, 2002).

I thank you ...

I thank you for the love
that shines from your eyes
as you move your lips from mine.

I thank you for your touches
as you caress my body
as your fingers linger upon my breast.

I thank you for the passion and the beauty
as our bodies become one. I thank you for the gentleness
as you awake my inner self
with your words of love and desire.

I thank you for showing me how to love.
I thank you for being you.

For B.

Published in Talkin' About Country (Kuracca Communications, 2002).

Let's get physical

Lets get physical
The man cried, five in the morning.
They lined up side by side. Row by row.

Lets get physical
The boss man cried as he started them off,
on their walk for miles
In between rows they did walk.
Backs bent, too tired to talk.

Lets get physical
The white man cried as he watched them,
pick his cotton, make his money,
to put in his bank.

Lets get physical
The white man cried.
he'll never know,
the Koori pride,
that makes that man,
bend his back between his rows.

Koori pride is what it is,
that makes that Blackman bend his back,
to pick that cotton, to pay his rent,
to feed his kids.

Welfare cheques not for him.
An honest days work says he'll win.
Kid's belly full that's all that matters.

Lets get physical
The white man cried, he doesn't look
to see the pride in the Blackman's eyes.

Published in Talkin' About Country (Kuracca Communications, 2002).

Australia, oh Australia

Australia, oh Australia,
your face has really changed
from a land of tranquility
to a land of pain.

Australia, oh Australia,
your People are dying.
Can't you hear them?
Hear them screaming.
Give us human rights
Can't you hear them yell?
Give us equal rights.

Australia, oh Australia
hear our plea.
The land is crying,
her People are dying.
'The refugee camps
are killing us.
Justice has not come
to the Indigenous people
of this land.'

Australia, oh Australia.
Give us dignity
Give us pride
Give us justice
Give us freedom
Give us Treaty.

Published in Talkin' About Country (Kuracca Communications, 2002).

All the good people

And all the good people went to church.
And prayed the Lord their soul to keep.
And the Preacher said 'Confess your sins.'
And they all prayed to the Lord to be saved.
From their past of adultery, theft and lies.

And they said
'Oh Lord, please forgive me for I have sinned,
I stole the land and I took the child.
I denied a people a culture, a life,
because of my lying, thieving ways.

I was ruled by that almighty sin,
greed, in the shape of a dollar.
I farmed the land and fenced it in.
I poisoned the waterholes and mined the land.
I stole, I raped and I plundered,
the Blackman's Mother, the earth.

Now Lord, please forgive me,
that I may have eternal peace.
Let me make amends.
I'm sorry Lord for my sins.
For the past injustices I have done.

And the Preacher says
Now let each man and women.
Speak out loud and acknowledge.
The wrongs that they had done.
Lead us, Lord to that new beginning
and right the wrongs of the past.
Equality, justice and sovereignty,
for the original owners of this land.'
So
Say it loud and say it strong
'Lord, I really am sorry.'

Published in Talkin' About Country (Kuracca Communications, 2002).

Spirit of Place I

The beginning of the Dreamtime
The creation of the Earth
Uluru
The vision in front of me.
- Whispering. Calling.
- Reaching out to me.

Beckoning.
Feel me -
let my spirit being reach you
Capture me - deep within your soul
Picture me - in your vision
- forever in your memory
Wrap me - within your skin
- into the depths of your inner self
Hold me - the spiritual essence inside
Believe in me - the Lores of this land. Carry me forever in your heart,
- your mind
- your body
- and soul

Be true to
- your Spirit
- your Dreamin'

Do me proud
Blackgirl.

Published in Talkin' About Country (Kuracca Communications, 2002).

Today I cried

Today I cried and the world cried with me.
We cried tears of pain as we watched
horror unfold, right before our very eyes.
We saw man's hatred cause death and destruction.
Innocent lives taken with no thought of humanity.

Today I cried and the world cried with me.
We watched as a mother cried for her daughter.
We watched as a father cried for his son.
We watched as we saw many lives taken. Stolen.
We experienced heartache and pain through
human despair.

Today I cried and the world cried with me.
As we remember September eleventh.
Wishing the heartache would go away.

Published in Talkin' About Country (Kuracca Communications, 2002).

And the sign said ...

Today I rode the bus
through Newtown,
in the lucky land of Oz.

I saw two old men sitting down
They sat at a rickety old table
On worn out chairs.

A sign flashed before my eyes,
'Will you help our kids,'
I looked and saw
the face of an Aboriginal child.

Tears sprang to my eyes as I
Watched the people pass them by.
Not one coin did I see
Go into their collection box.

With a broken heart I heard me cry
'Hang your head in shame Australia
for your hypocrisy and your lies.'

Published in Talkin' About Country (Kuracca Communications, 2002).

In the Spirit of Reconciliation

I stand here before you,
a proud Wiradjuri woman.
In the spirit of reconciliation
I walk upon my land.
In the spirit of reconciliation
I walk with you beside me
willing to share my Mother.
In the spirit of reconciliation
I feel my heart break.

I see my brother, his hand outstretched.
Begging for justice in this his land.
I see my sister crying land rights now.
I see the land Our Mother being ripped apart.
I see you there sister, fighting the fight.
I see you there brother uniting the struggle.
I see black and white unite.

In the spirit of reconciliation
I see the Howard government rip us apart.
Policies of genocide written deep in his heart.
I see poisoned waterholes, flour, goom and tea
and the man on horseback shooting at me.
I feel his bullets, every policy and act
that denies us human rights.

I feel my tears as I lay dying.
Trembling, screaming.

Treaty

Published in Talkin' About Country (Kuracca Communications, 2002).

About the Poet Kerry Reed-Gilbert

A Wiradjuri woman from central New South Wales, Kerry Reed-Gilbert is a writer, photographer who runs Kuracca Consultancy (White Cockatoo) to assist indigenous people in working to achieve self-determination and self-management. Kerry has a comprehensive list of publications to her credit. Ngunnunggula (Belonging to here) is a collection of works by contemporary older aged Aboriginal writers from the Hoxton Park Aboriginal Group produced from a series of writers workshops. Message Stick is a collection of contemporary Aboriginal writers from around Australia for IAD Press Kerry compiled and edited which was launched at the 'Festival of The Dreaming' in 1999. The Strength of Us as Women: Black Women Speak is a collection of nineteen Aboriginal & Torres Strait Islander women speaking on current issues and Our place stories about good practice in youth work with Aboriginal young people.
   [Above] Photo of Kerry Reed-Glibert by Geoff Ross, 2002.

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