Makayla explores how identity is a continuous journey.

I think I could reach as far as the trees,

Taller and taller than those in the dirt at my feet.

Breathe me in,

Let me be part of your story.


The more I learn,

The stronger I become.

Branches, reaching out

For more knowledge that awaits.


My story is becoming louder,

My voice is no longer wavering.

Hear me say:

I am Wiradjuri

And I know my story.


Makayla is a proud Wiradjuri woman from Cootamundra, studying psychology at ANU.

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