Tuesday, 10 December 2019

A poem by Angela “Angee” Bowden, to remember that this month 400 years ago slaves first arrived in North America.

When the past is my present
And my scars still remain
And our lives still don’t matter
I am living in that pain

A poem by Chad Norman about the men of the N.C.A, and others as well, dressed in whiteness, the little fellas with big hatreds. Donald, Jared, Andrew, Jason, Doug, and even Stephen…

It’s exhausting
The way we live
Taking home microaggressions
That we never ask for

From Tired bodies, a poem by Martha Mutale, a poet from Zambia who now lives in Nova Scotia