Published September 15th, 2024
by Saratha Brandes De Roos
My blood is muddied
I am a mixture
A bastard daughter
I do not belong
Up there, over west
Across the ocean where
Chocolate skin dances next to the sea
Where silk saris and rich food float delicately
That island up there with lush plants and blue seas
Does not belong to me
I do not belong
Way up far north
With the white
Where history planted its feet
With their troublesome past
Never forgotten
Does all of that belong to me?
I do not belong
In the place I call home
Where the population is muddled and grey
All fit in nice boxes
But I cannot seem to find my place
Do I belong
In red dirt and white beaches?
Do I belong
In isolated cities?
Do I belong
In rolling bushes and desert?
Does Australia belong to me?
About the Poet
Saratha Brandes De Roos resides in Perth, Western Australia, Australia.
Read the poet's biography on Saratha Brandes De Roos's Artist Page.
This poem is included in Poetry World #10, published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in Australia Poetry Magazine:
Bone by Bone
by Olivia Campos
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