11: Open - Nov 2021

Spitfire

The truth is, I’m not a very likeable person. Even as a child, the adults around me didn’t particularly like me. I don’t think I was bad, I rarely misbehaved. If anything, I was overly shy, I was painfully awkward, I was overwhelmingly anxious. But even then, perhaps they could sense it, The heavy cloud that seems to hang around me. The day I was born, I spun the world into chaos. Born right there,…

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08: Indigenous Creators - Aug 2021

It Ends With Me.

There’s something I learned about trauma. It can go many different ways. You can run from it, You can hide,  You can lie, But it’s still there inside. You can ignore until you die. But it will show up eventually. Manifest itself amongst your family. Your children and your children’s children, Will feel the pain and the anger. Until one person decides, They no longer want to hide. They are ready to begin, What you…

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08: Indigenous Creators - Aug 2021

Medicine

It’s five in the morning, When I hear her calling. Calling, calling, Calling to me. She speaks through the birds, The soft breeze in the air. Through the grass and the brush, The swaying plants like her hair. Through the owl’s song, That echoes from afar. She speaks to me. “Take care of me, I’ll take care of you. I am your medicine, The medicine you need.” She speaks, She speaks, She speaks to me.…

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