I came to say

I
am a boy man
Tall as a Mulga tree
Strong
and beyond your definition of me
In my native lands I am like cattle “good stock”

they’ve written:
stamped
         shipped
                 sold

Welcome me home and
Look on me
Deep into my heavy-lidded and soft eyes

I wish to sit atop that tall tree and play like I have four limbs
with two large muscular hind legs

Very large ones to kick down these torturous confines
I will soon be hardened by your pilfered systems

I had to learn to be self-forgiving to survive
your blushing exploitations

You be forgiven and forgiving and be reborn in my youth