July 21, 2020
By Alysha Sarasua
My mother’s pink uterus
Being placed in her white arms
Did she know what she was getting into
Birthing a black daughter
A boundary forming
Invisible to us
Visible to others
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I wait at the Mcdonalds drive in
I look over to see Ubereats drivers waiting too
All of them People of colour
Exposing themselves
Black bodies are expendable
Do they not deserve the same protection
White fragility is a force field
White bodies are fragile
Hierarchy makes them less in touch with humanity
Whiteness is built on the backs of others
I have the responsibility to use that privilege for good and not evil
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I hear on the radio
About the white man from rural manitoba
That drove 20 hours with a loaded gun
To the PM residence
They couldn’t understand why
He would do such a thing
A man with two children
Policy training
Would turn against his own
They are so use to
Hiding behind the mask of sanity
Of rationality
Of science
When they are devoid of love
It will destroy everything in its path
Inventions like policing and AK-477s
We must Remind them
Rebel
Just like our ancestors
Resist
Reach out
To others
It doesn’t make us fools
It makes us
Warriors
Forming an Army
For what’s right
While preparing
Ask yourself,
Whose side are you on?
Alysha Sarasua
Writer
Alysha is a 24-year-old biracial woman from an English-speaking community in Quebec. Raised by her white mother, she grew up with few ties to her black community. She hopes her work will help heal the wounds and isolation she suffered as a young girl by creating a space for women of color. She is looking forward to completing her degree in political science with a minor in economics and moving on to a master's in education.
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