Not My Own
“I am not my own. I am bought with a price.” The woman recited the words quietly, without power of
“I am not my own. I am bought with a price.” The woman recited the words quietly, without power of
I am my own and I am mine. In the West, we live by this mantra. We proclaim it with
Less than 100 metres from our home lies the most diverse suburb in Australia, boasting representatives from 112 of the