Born Free
Lines drawn on maps; separating lovers, separating friends. Uniforms and guns deciding who gets to come in, who gets searched, and who gets turned away.
Fatal Fetish
I was an ugly duckling. I was the nerdy girl with a bad haircut in a teen movie. I was, in Don McLean’s words, “a lonely teenage broncin’ buck, with a pink carnation and a pickup truck.” I was all of those things until the day Gavin told me that he thought I was “cute and quiet and that was my appeal.”
Untitled
It has taken me twenty-three years to come to the realization and acceptance that my identity has experienced trauma. It has been hard; hard to accept and even harder to heal.
I am First Nations and I am Cree. I moved to Waterloo in the fall of 2008 and it was by being here, living away from my friends and family and away from my comfort zone, that being First Nations first took hold of my identity.
Her mind is racing. Where did I leave my bank statement?
I hope there is nothing on there regarding internet banking – he hates the internet.
He doesn’t know I have internet banking. He would flip out. He would call me a liar.
Now, did I put the CD player remote back where it was when I got up? Did I make sure I took my CD out of it? I hope I adjusted the volume back to normal, or he might accuse me of listening to my “faggy” music again.
Students are Opposites
See, Business Students are all like: “Our parents rule our lives” And Arts Students are totally: “Fearing death and mildly depressed…” And Science Students be all: “We make bongs out of beakers!” While Music Students say: “We make out with our teachers…”
Little Boxes
little boxes on the hillside all the kids go to university and they all come out just the same
