BY GLORIA O’KOYE Childhood always taught us Our timing does not play in the same sandbox as the Universe The Great Unknown that knows it...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE Spoke to a knowledge keeper not too many moons ago, An old soul filled with fear and tears with every syllable “Our...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE I am currently a teacher in Nemaska, Eeyou Isstchee, Quebec for this school year, teaching creative arts for grade 7-9s. My transition from...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE Leaving the comfort of home that held so many memories… Since the first breath The first cry, The first smile, The first steps, ...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE I made sure that every inked needle pierced into my delicate skin Was earned to the fullest. Call it ol’ skool But I...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE When will peace be taken seriously? Instead of waiting for riots to erupt For demands to be answered When will petitions and...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE They try to Silence us Try to Bury us Try to Target us Try to Condemn us. But our cries can no...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE History is doomed to repeat itself. Ancestors suffer Descendants fulfil karma, Vice versa It never ends. Eye for an Eye Till no...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE Belly of the Beast, The box, the yard The human cage, The closest thing a person can get Without resting in the graveyard....
BY GLORIA OKOYE Dear Phyllis Jack Webstad, May your legacy live on May corporations tainted orange Never hide the true history Of the history this country...
