You laugh without understanding the context of what is being said to you. You pay full price for tickets in solidarity that guarantees you a spot in spaces that others cant access. You feel better that I am out, so you can out me when you introduce me to others. Your BLANK friend. Your BLANK […]Read more "YOU"
I wrote this piece a day after the Tina Fontaine verdict was delivered. I wasn’t going to post it but I need to share how I was feeling emotions can be so raw. I was so angry. I still am. But after attending a memorial after writing this piece, I realized I need to channel […]Read more "Oh Cantada"
Do you ever find yourself surrounded by strangers and think, “what if, in a moment from now, is the beginning of the end of the world; and this is who you’re stuck with: STRANGERS.” You don’t know who they are, what they are planning or if they are plotting against you. I’m Native, so […]Read more "PLACES"
My Dress is Political. It empowers me and inspires others to follow suit. Maybe. My dress doesn’t give you permission to treat me differently. Especially in your businesses and shops. But I will kindly tell you why I wear this dress. I’ve earned my money wearing my dress. And I kept my dress on while […]Read more "My Dress is Political"
Different kinds of ways to cope. Trying not to lose all hope. My pen holds my truth and notes. Poems and work and useful quotes. I lost two notebooks. Trying to deal with losing tools of my muse. That harbor my thoughts. My healing. Carrying words that I wrote about them. Carrying not in my […]Read more "The Loss of Self Care"
Count Down – September 3, 2014 The clock ticks and time talks As this teeny tiny person hears a tingling twinkle The twinkle remembered as a child challenges classmates like a game of chess The teeny tiny person began having marvelous mind mingling moments to themselves Tantalizing thoughts of teeny tiny persons who were similar […]Read more "Count Down"
Don’t you hate it when that happens? Looking for a lighter, to light up some candles and I was at a loss. None were around. And those that were present, were no longer in working order. As the search moved to the bedroom, I scavenged through discarded jeans, in search of a source of controlled […]Read more "Where’s My Lighter?"