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there was a time when i was born as a human a wombed, brown skinned one in a criss-cross of different dna of human bloodlines in conflict in a period of turmoil in that period in an act of rebellion against time and death humans had become obsessed with meaning as a way to index …

fences

"My first years here, in this place people call Canada, were really hard. As I was trying to navigate the immigration track for family sponsorship, I had  a recurrent dream where I was thrown against a barbed-wire fence over and over again. The sharp blades slashed my skin exposing my flesh in extremely painful ways. I  tried to show …