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ISSUE NO. 24

July 2026

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Poetry

Mother

By

Biannca

Biannca writes from a prison in Victoria.

What did you see when you looked at me?

Just a little girl, I had no voice

You kept me down without a choice

You gave heartache and pain

Said I was your endless shame.

You stole my youth, my childhood

Stole who I could have been, stealing my motherhood

What happened to you to treat me that way

With anger and hate, you kept me at bay.

Just a girl wanting your love

Always praying to the Heavens above

I used to wish you loved me too

Now I know, I was nothing to you.

Now, I’m not so little and not so weak

I use my voice with courage to speak.

You tried to bury me but wonderfully I grew

A life in darkness, now my light shines through

My once broken heart you no longer held

This story of loss had to be told

Gone is the girl I used to be

Gone is the hold you had over me.

Now, what do you see when you look at me?

What did you see when you looked at me?

Just a little girl, I had no voice

You kept me down without a choice

You gave heartache and pain

Said I was your endless shame.

You stole my youth, my childhood

Stole who I could have been, stealing my motherhood

What happened to you to treat me that way

With anger and hate, you kept me at bay.

Just a girl wanting your love

Always praying to the Heavens above

I used to wish you loved me too

Now I know, I was nothing to you.

Now, I’m not so little and not so weak

I use my voice with courage to speak.

You tried to bury me but wonderfully I grew

A life in darkness, now my light shines through

My once broken heart you no longer held

This story of loss had to be told

Gone is the girl I used to be

Gone is the hold you had over me.

Now, what do you see when you look at me?

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