What is this world we’re living in
Where every system has given in
I’ll take my pay
call it a day
and it’s not.
Australia prides herself on her tenderness
for the unwell
those who can’t tell
which way is home
because there no longer is a home.
The systems are tired
their value expired
and with that comes my anger
ire pulsing through my veins
Since moving to Sydney 11 years ago, the main supporters I have had have been Indigenous women.
You’d think a friendship would reign supreme
you’d think sharing all your hopes, fears and dreams
that she, your sister in arms;
your sister in blood or your sister in indigeneity
would not take aim to thee
and yet here you stand
words in my hand
that say nothing but judgment, a lack of understanding
towards projecting your story on me.
Why don’t you walk in my shoes
The only acne treatment for me
Anonymous asked: For boat people, white Australians are pretty cruel to boat people.
They’re not just “boat people”. They’re people seeking asylum. People seeking help.
Hi guys, My name is Ebs and it’s not going to surprise you that I love love.
Late last year after visiting New York Comic Con, I had decided that San Diego Comic Con (aka geek mecca) was going on my bucket list.
Maybelline tells me my skin colour is medium beige.
My ancestry is black.
My father is white.
I didn’t ask to be trapped in this middle ground.
I can’t deny who I am.
I am black.
My spirit is black.
My spirit is the spirits of 60,000 years of ancestors.
Your thoughts of me should be irrelevant
But your words still hurt.
How can you say love,
That you love me
When you can’t understand me?