dear canada, you are safe
your indigenous are almost forgotten
your white guilt sheds crocodile tears
a fresh wave of immigrant colonizers cloaks your oncoming karma in the echoes of the first nations' dying breaths
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i. i sit quietly watching the man seeking my soft spots with nimble fingers sliding in the needles, head, neck, belly, arms i'm froz...
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