Monthly Archives: August 2016

Becoming a Woman

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I cannot recall the moment I became a woman.

Nor the day.

Or the year.

It wasn’t the day I put on my first pad, walked in high heels, or lost my virginity.

It wasn’t magical, but it was life altering.

Maybe it was the day the news got sadder instead of boring.

Maybe it was the day I fixed my own broken heart.

Maybe it was the day I realized family was a lot more than blood.

Maybe it was the day I stopped allowing people to define me.

I became a woman,

During the years learning to love the girl inside of me.

 

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Blessed to be Canadian

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In Africa a frail women balances a clay pot on her head, carrying cloudy water to her four children so they can have a drink of water to fill their grumbling bellies.

In Iraq a small boy is cowering behind his rusted shack, covering his ears in a weak attempt to block out the screaming and the roar of bombs that terrorizes his home village.

In China a teenage girl gags on the toxic air, forced to wear a mask just to breathe and walk down the overcrowded streets.

In Mexico a toddler plays with a broken bottle he found on the beach, among the heaps of trash washed up onto the shore.

In India a nine year old girl is sold by her family into slavery so they could pay for their son’s education.

Yet in Canada I get up and drink a big glass of water from my well.

In Canada I’ve only watched action movies with the explosions of guns and bombs.

In Canada I walk outside in the morning surrounded by pines and maple trees and inhale the crisp air.

In Canada I put out my garbage every Thursday morning so it can disappear when the truck comes.

In Canada I have my own education where an unlimited world of knowledge awaits me.

I’ve been blessed to live in Canada, a paradise too many take for granted.