[after an increase in sexual disfigurement of indigenous women was reported in The Age newspaper]
I say no, don’t want that now, and he say, fine,
Then no one gonna have you.
Pours his stuff on me
He been huffin’, they all do,
Drops his durrie and I flame up
Like it’s a movie, ‘cept them fillums
Got no sense, no stink, no heat like this
Pain from navel to thigh
Searing as I claw wordless
When my mother tell me
A good woman got to have fire in her belly
Don’t think she never meant this.
I’s only 18. Now I’m like those women
In Africa got no feeling down there.
And I ain’t the only one.
Makes you scared to stand up
But we got to. We got to.