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Forever, Flag

For Harold Thomas – Designer of the Aboriginal Flag
 

Forever in my blood, etched bleeding into my flesh
            I remember when you wept red; the pain
                        Little more than an itch;
            Wept, darker red than the scarlet of the ink
 
Without you, flag, my skin is slick, too pale
            People might not know who I am
            Red, yellow, black
            My skin forever, flag.
 
The yellow, the sun, is fading
            The red, the ground, the black, I
            Still strong, the bloodlines.
 
Someone once said, “wow, that's committed”.
Someone once said, “you could pass as white”.
A blackfella once said  “welcome to my Country sister”
            He saw my blackfella flag first
            He saw my Noongar face after.
 
I wear a flag
            I have it needle-stuck and inked
            Up in my skin
My skin is a flag
Without the ink
            Not flagged enough.
 
I say to them, “this flag is my identity”
I say to them, “this ink forever”.
I say to them, “I will die before
            I lay down my flag”.

 

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