(after Hannah Brontë, after Maya Angelou)
it used to be all

            white men shit

when I turned on the news

when I was little it was the same

                        shitty white liberal prime minister shit

                        shitty pauline hanson shit

                        shitty gap that needed closin

            shitty fear of blak black brown

            of women

of people fleeing wars that we’d started

                                    I never thought I’d put pauline in a poem

HEY AUNTY P

YOU SEE US NOW
            we got a Blak Prime Minister

she’s deadly

she’s hot pink            hot stuff            she brings her tiddas

                                                and they love us

                        they whip their hair

                        kiss the bubs

it’s all different now
            they dreamt up this future

                                    and invited us with em

turns out the future is technicolour blak black brown

turns out we’re all welcome here

            queer brothers and sisters and non-binary siblings

                                    if you been here since the first sunrise

                        or if you come here now            just now

                                    come here heart open

                                    come here hurt from those wars

                                    and those sea levels rising

            my Prime Mister believes in us

she believes in me

                        wants our jarjums safe and educated good ways

                        wants the tiddas safe and the fellas too

she don’t care if we rich and her cabinet don’t either
I stand proud under our flag

                        lilac lime fuchsia

I stand proud

cos when Aunty Maya wrote

            still I rise

I know she was thinking of us hey

            all of us

                        blak black brown