Anya Haywood: Aboriginal Identity

In her major work, Anya explores the issues of negative narratives enforced upon Aboriginal Identity.

“This involves the use of a deficit mindset, stereotypes and racism by non-Indigenous peoples towards Indigenous peoples, and indigenous peoples towards themselves,” Anya said.

“I expressed my findings in a musical mode, creating three songs called “When Life Takes Control”, “Mother Tongue” and “Belong to the Land”.

Each respectively explored separate notions of Identity and how it has been impacted by Western ways.”

Anya also researched ways identity issues can be resolved.
She learned the best way is through “safe environments that encourage open discussion.”

“I have enjoyed compiling all of my research into three cohesive songs and attempting, as best I can, to emulate issues of identity through these works.”

Read her lyrics below:

When Life Takes Control:
You have everything I need
And I don’t understand why you have more than me
And why they stare when I walk down the street
They can’t meet my eyes
I’m so confused about where I come from
Who’s my family and where is my home?
I’m so distraught over things so simple
It hurts to think, it hurts to think
Please let me know
When pain ends and life starts to take control
Please look at me
Like I’m somebody you could get to know
And they’re lost in their poisoned minds
They still see everything in black and white
Rose-petaled cheeks, innocent dark eyes
Why can’t they just see me like that?
Please let me know
When pain ends and life starts to take control
Please look at me
Like I’m somebody you could get to know
(Somebody, somebody
Somebody you could get to know) x4
Please let me know (please let me know)
When pain ends and life starts to take control (life starts to take control)
Please look at me (please look at me)
Like I’m somebody you could get to know (like I’m somebody, somebody)
Mother Tongue:
How do you stand, hands in the sand,
While your mind’s in a different land?
How do you stand, hands in the sand,
While your mind’s in a different land?
My arms are warm and safe
It’s a heavenly place for you to remain
They took me away, oh god, I’m afraid

They will take you too
Shut up, I’m so tired no I’m fed up
Dealing with lies in this prison life
Oh, I’ll never walk free
No, I’ll never walk free
Samana Womana Somana nana hey
How do you stand, hands in the sand,
While your mind’s in a different land?
How do you stand, hands in the sand,
While your mind’s in a different land?