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Blessed to be Canadian


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.


Cuts At Twilight


The blade is pressed to her skin
Kissing her flesh at every twilight
Inflicting the pain that she feels within

She’s damaged and broken
Frail and depressed
Hope brittle like the body she wears
Every day her body becomes smaller, compressed

She is present in body
Gone in mind
Lying to everyone around her
When she says she’s fine

She is tired and sore
Of a fight she was done with long ago
So now she cuts at twilight
To finally let her pain be known