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Hurt and healing, maybe even hope
For a few days I’ve simply been emotionally numb. Numb to the fact that thousands of Indigenous children’s bodies are buried. Children murdered, abused. Children sick with TB, died without family. Without love. Without care. Children buried. In unmarked graves. Children. While these children died at the hands of the Canadian government and the Catholic…
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Today we mourn
Today we know why our marrow has always hurt.Today we know why we were born with pain in our bones. Today we know why. We have been hated. We have been beaten. We have been tortured. We have been killed. We have been shamed. Humiliated. Told WE are evil. Told so much we hate ourselves.…
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Liar, liar, pants on fire
After reading this story KUAC reported a few days ago, I found myself writing a response. I think if I didn’t I would have internally combusted. Writing, in many ways, is a release. A way of getting the energy buzzing in my body placed, yes, just on the page, but at least somewhere. Each and…