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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364332" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Parramatta Girls</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wouldn’t say he was a bad man<br>But he got so violent<br>After my mother she fell ill<br>After her accident<br>She couldn’t really do much<br>She looked old beyond her years<br>And he took to drinking most the time<br>And scream he was her nurse<br>His anger was so scary<br>He’d shout and bang and crash<br>We’d try then to avoid him<br>In case we all got bashed<br>He never touched me sexually<br>But sometimes seemed to leer<br>Whenever I got close to him<br>Close enough to smell the beer<br>At 14 I had had enough<br>After his mates were round<br>Their eyes were just undressing me<br>And followed me around<br>So I left my home next morning<br>Took some cash – well to be sure<br>That I could buy some food to eat<br>Where would I sleep? I’d find a floor<br>There were other kids just like me<br>I found out pretty quick<br>Abused at home and desperate<br>We’d not run away for kicks<br>We’d hang around together<br>And find empty houses where<br>No one else would bother us<br>And no one seemed to care<br>Whether we lived or died you know<br>Whether we were sick or well<br>And life took on an emptiness<br>Till the day that became hell<br>A knock upon the door so loud<br>The police came breaking in<br>Accusing us of many things<br>And committing mortal sin<br>The magistrate just took one look<br>At me standing in the dock<br>And ordered me into State care<br>Said I needed a big shock<br>To discipline my tendencies<br>For independence and being free<br>I stood there – not yet 5 feet tall<br>And cried uncontrollably<br>They took me to Parramatta<br>To the Training School out there<br>Stripped me naked, harshly scrubbed me<br>And hacked off all my hair<br>They stung my skin with tinctures<br>To prevent the lice they said<br>Then a grubby male doctor<br>Made me lie upon a bed<br>Open your legs he shouted<br>I’m checking for disease<br>He bruised my legs, he bruised inside<br>The pain paralysed my knees<br>While he did this he's smiling<br>And the warders held me down<br>For then I did start screaming<br>And in my tears I almost drowned<br>There was blood upon the bed sheet<br>There was so much blood to see<br>It felt like that damn doctor<br>Had drained all the blood from me<br>The warders were mostly women<br>But the more senior were men<br>They all seemed so self satisfied<br>As I lay there so brok-en<br>Not a single word was uttered<br>When the showers they showed to me<br>That I must use each morning<br>Supervised continually<br>Those showers were quite open<br>They did not have no doors<br>So you had to stand there naked<br>While the wardens paced the floor<br>And timed you to the second<br>That you were let to bathe<br>Your tender teenage body<br>Under their steady gaze<br>It was hell in Parramatta<br>It was worse than hell I’d say<br>And all of this was done to me<br>On that first distressing day<br>I cried out for my mother<br>I even called for dad<br>In my whole life that’s gone on since<br>I have never felt so bad<br>But when inside the Training School<br>It seemed stranger than before<br>Everything seemed normal<br>Save the bars on every door<br>The other girls were round my age<br>They’d lived lives quite the same<br>But the warders and the Training School<br>Had made them all ashamed<br>Ashamed of what? I asked of them<br>When we’d whisper or we’d cry<br>Ashamed of simply living<br>Ashamed of being alive<br>We could not speak out loud at all<br>We’d be punished quick for that<br>And beaten by the wardens<br>With their fists or leather straps<br>The shame was mixed with anger<br>That our treatment was so wrong<br>But one day we rebelled you know<br>And we did things like sing songs<br>We climbed upon the roof as well<br>And threw tiles at those down there<br>We knew we would be punished<br>But – by God – we didn’t care<br>We’d had enough of what they did<br>Had enough of punishment<br>For none of us had done no wrong<br>When to Parramatta we were sent<br>Of course we lost this battle<br>Of course they were angry<br>And we were sent into the cell blocks<br>For weeks of solitary<br>Or branded as beyond all hope<br>Incorrigible was what they’d say<br>The ringleaders were sent by train<br>Five hundred miles away to Hay<br>Five hundred miles to break our spirits<br>Five hundred miles to break our souls<br>Five hundred miles rubbed sore by shackles<br>Five hundred miles away from home<br>There was no darker hell than this<br>Isolated in the bush<br>And a trip to Hay was what they’d say <br>When they would threaten us<br>I could tell you of the beatings<br>I could tell you of abuse<br>I could tell you of the punishments<br>But what would be the use? <br>For there seems to be an ignorance <br>Cast upon this land<br>And if we don’t hear these stories<br>Then we will not understand<br>This place we call Australia <br>And its position in the world<br>So listen to this story<br>Of a Parramatta girl.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For all this is quite recent<br>It’s not just history<br>It happened in the 70s<br>And it all happened to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Keig">David Keig</a><div class=q>
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But he got so violent
After my mother she fell ill
After her accident
She couldn’t really do much
She looked old beyond her years
And he took to drinking most the time
And scream he was her nurse
His anger was s..."></div>
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