I wrote and memorized a poem for one of my classes. The poem is supposed to, well,…. you read it
Life and creation follows circular motions and cycles. The seasons perpetuate in a circle. We are born, become youth, adults,
“Sometimes if feels like you are the only one pulling the canoe and the other half of it is doing
I said that I would write about my own decolonization process too, but my humour minimizes and sh*t gets real.