Taken

• Jasmine Rose, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2017

Everyone looks,
Everyone stares,
Everyone judges us because our skin isn’t fair,
No one knows what it’s like,
To not be in the spotlight,
I never knew what to do or say,
But my life has found a new way,
I would hate it if my life had stayed the same,
Lucky I had a good life aim,
That place was a cruel asylum,
It was like we were trapped on an isolated island,
Always away from everyone,
I had had enough I was done,
We should go back to our original place, our foundation,
There should be no more of The Stolen Generations.