This poem is the first poem I am premiering on this blog. This, for me, is a profound piece and I put it out in the world to tell my daughter that I am proud of her; life can be tough but we have to keep smiling and be our authentic self. This is about my Daughter Madisson. A girl who is so much like her father.
Every other poem on this blog was previously published. This is a big deal. S take the time to have a read.
23 years ago 14 women were killed in a community learning institution. They were killed by Marc Lepine, a right wing extremist. He believed feminists were contaminating our society. He adhered to NAZI ideology and is said to have other religious affiliations.
The 14 women who were killed were: Geneviève Bergeron, Hélène Colgan, Nathalie Croteau, Barbara Daigneault, Anne-Marie Edward, Maud Haviernick, Maryse Laganière, Maryse Leclair, Anne-Marie Lemay, Sonia Pelletier, Michèle Richard, Annie St-Arneault,Annie Turcotte and Barbara Klucznik-Widajewicz.
Read more: http://www.ctvnews.ca/canada/canadians-remember-victims-of-montreal-massacre-1.1068553#ixzz2EIJKEVtS
Nonetheless, today I recall these women. I recall my mother as well. She was beat and raped by my right wing blue collar prick, first, step dad.
Here is a poem I wrote about my mom and me, our experience with sexual violence. This one was read at a Art-ivism event (Men Resisting Violence Against Women) organized by Dr. Si Transkan at UNBC in 2012 and at the UNBC Aboriginal Weaving Words Storytelling Festival:
This poem was Printed in the Prairie Journal: A Magazine of Canadian Literature no. 58, 2012.
I wrote this poem when I was 16 years old in a juvenile detention centre. I had served a two year sentence from ages 15-17 years old. Although I had already been on my own for quite sometime I always missed my little brother.