poetry

Regarding the Disposability of Native Women and Girls in Canada, A Love Poem

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my best friend tells me I need to “aim lower”
when I tell him about my new crush.

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I couldn’t help myself
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I was just so excited to share the news
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In 2014, CBC published an article with a poll asking everyday Canadians if they would
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ever be OK or comfortable in a romantic relationship with an aboriginal

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the article is titled:

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“People on the Prairies Less Tolerant”


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my first memory of rage is screaming at the landlord who made my mother cry


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I was four

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the rent was due

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she kicked him out for the last time

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I wonder out loud if anyone can love Native women

in the way we deserve to be loved because

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                late at night, I am always uncertain.

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they all nod solemnly because they all know exactly what I was saying even though

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I needed them to disagree

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and if these words

don’t kill you

first it will

be the cops

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and if

these words

don’t kill you

first it will

be the

poverty

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and if

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don’t kill you

first it will

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be the

longing

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Still, I cannot write another poem about death I

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                cannot write another line about death I cannot write another line about death I cannot

         write another word about anything but

your generous, gentle, sweet eyes

and the magical kind of way all the tension drains

from my body when I know you’re

in the same city

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                                                     as me

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and

I found a diary entry, written when I was fourteen years old:

“don’t be afraid”

I found a diary entry, written when I was fourteen years old:

“wear comfortable shoes”

I found a diary entry, written when I was fourteen years old:

“never stop daydreaming” and

I found a diary entry, written when I was fourteen years old:

“don’t rush, you have time” and

I found a diary entry, written when I was fourteen years old:

“and do not settle for less”.

I found a diary entry, written when I was fourteen years old:

“and do not settle for less”.

I found a diary entry, written when I was fourteen years old:

“and do not settle for less”.

“and do not settle for less”.

and do not settle for less