She white fella wanted to take me
To jaagi maam sacred site's on wajaarr country

A place of muluurr blood, galaagarrbili sweat and budii tears
This invitation I did not mangga-bayila plan

I is not comfortable with it
When I go to wajaarr country, I take she white fella with me

Not she white fella take me
This is wrong way by lore

This wajaarr country it all belonging to my ancestors
jaagi maam sacred sites doesn't belong to me

It is my ancestors' waagi spirits
They will call me, when I have to go to wajaarr country

I is not a follower that walks from behind
She white fella follow us to learn

This is my women business
With my waagi spirit jaagi maam sacred site's invitation

In my miinggi heart I is to want
To hunger for the waagi spirits of ceremonies

I is to want to be really thirsty, for the waagi spirits
For my own invitation to my wajaarr country

She white fella want her needs met
Without no consideration

A lack of understanding
Our ways of our jaagi maam sacred site's ceremonies

When that guuru garrarrana black dragonfly
Shows itself to me

This means no trespassing
Will leads to a waagi spirits of prosecution

To never let my guardianship confuse me
About my invitation to wajaarr country

 

 

Girrwaanbi Aborigine Lore

Is an important role

A practice of belief and values

Encouragement by others

To break the Lore

Can cause you to trespassing

Leads waagi spirits to prosecution

Write a poem reflecting on your ancestors' lore.

Kerry Bulloojeeno Archibald Moran

#30in30 writing prompt

I never to walk

On sacred sites

Behold the loving care

With waagi spirits of pride

Where it come from

My ancestors waagi

Are always there

Upon my miinggi heart

Kerry Bulloojeeno Archibald Moran

#30in30 #PoetryMonth #RedRoomPoetry #Fellowship