That Type of Blak Love
By Luke Currie-Richardson
Published 27 July 2021
I want that type of blak love
first foot on your traditional country
you just know
you belong
words can’t explain
that level of comfort
but you know
you’re being looked after
and you can be yourself
on these lands
I want that type of blak love
you bring that damper out
the coals and
you know
it’s just right
I want that type of blak love
to take over me like a smoking ceremony
cleanse me and heal me
lead the way
all around me
in my face so it can ground me
sometimes it gets in your eyes and tears fall
but it’s never for long
it’s always healing
the smell of safety and healing
the feeling of welcoming
I want that type of blak love
like I need to ask you
who’s your mob
and you ask mine
and I run to mum and dad
just to double check if it’s fine
which it is
then I lay down
my next black fella line on you....
we aren’t mob!
I want that type of blak love
where other black mob
refer to us
as black royalty
but we just out here
being care free
black beauties
doing our duties
for the future
of our black communities
I want that type of blak love
when I walk into a place with the brother boys
and you’re with your sister girls
who know exactly what’s going on
and they be like
hmmm hmmm
while unapologetically nudging you
putting you on blast for everyone to see
I want that type of blak love
that helps heal our traumas
navigating this world
surviving the city life
while trying to reclaim
connect to
the traditional one
as black peoples
I want that type of blak love
that goes into each other’s culture
to help
I want to walk
hand in hand
at protests
as a wall of black strength
beauty and power
so we can both f*** the system
together