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JE ME SOUVIENS (I REMEMBER) by Céline Leduc 12/2013 I REMEMBER is the motto of Quebec I remember the English colonized me. I forget I colonized First Nations. I remember multiculturalism is bad. I forget it allowed me to keep my culture. I remember the Church is my downfall I forget it was Louis XIV and Napoleon politics I remember my language matters I forget I imposed language on First Nations. I remember my culture I want others to forget their culture Quebec’s new motto should be I FORGET -- J’OUBLIE

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Jan 8, 2014

Jan 8, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC

JE ME SOUVIENS --- I REMEMBER

JE ME SOUVIENS (I REMEMBER) by Céline Leduc 12/2013 I REMEMBER is the motto of Quebec I remember the English colonized me. I forget I colonized First Nations. I remember multiculturalism is bad. I forget it allowed me to keep my culture. I remember the Church is my downfall I forget it was Louis XIV and Napoleon politics I remember my language matters I forget I imposed language on First Nations. I remember my culture I want others to forget their culture Quebec’s new motto should be I FORGET -- J’OUBLIE

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Pollution of the mind is real. Our minds are cluttered with uselessness. Stories on the street repeated mindlessly. Words describe men and women as animals. We insult the person and demean the animal. We are no longer part of nature, unnatural we are. People are dumb as a donkey, wise as an owl. If a woman disagrees she is a ***** fights, a cat, she is. To be a good mother you have to be a hen. A man is built like a horse he is part of a stable. In times of slavery Black people were animal, soulless. Confusion between humans and animals caused by disconnection. Religions and Politics in ****** use rats to justify: hatred. Jews are told they are pigs, and drink blood. Blood and Pigs are forbidden in Judaism. Culturally socially we repeat mindlessly: slander. Our connection to the earth and animal is lost so is our humanity. Pollution of the earth causes pollution of the mind. The earth cleanses itself by fire and ice. The mind can also: freeze out these concepts these fallacies. Burn the words that are defamation and abomination. Do; yes do this to avoid the fires of hell. Soon, hell will freeze over and become heaven.

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Apr 15, 2013

Apr 15, 2013 at 2:31 PM UTC

POLLUTION OF THE MIND

Pollution of the mind is real. Our minds are cluttered with uselessness. Stories on the street repeated mindlessly. Words describe men and women as animals. We insult the person and demean the animal. We are no longer part of nature, unnatural we are. People are dumb as a donkey, wise as an owl. If a woman disagrees she is a ***** fights, a cat, she is. To be a good mother you have to be a hen. A man is built like a horse he is part of a stable. In times of slavery Black people were animal, soulless. Confusion between humans and animals caused by disconnection. Religions and Politics in ****** use rats to justify: hatred. Jews are told they are pigs, and drink blood. Blood and Pigs are forbidden in Judaism. Culturally socially we repeat mindlessly: slander. Our connection to the earth and animal is lost so is our humanity. Pollution of the earth causes pollution of the mind. The earth cleanses itself by fire and ice. The mind can also: freeze out these concepts these fallacies. Burn the words that are defamation and abomination. Do; yes do this to avoid the fires of hell. Soon, hell will freeze over and become heaven.

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The Bible is the word of God Or man who was inspired by God. God’s words come to mind. Man interprets God’s mind. God created man and women in his image Man wants to make them in his image. God seeds the earth. Man spreads his seed. Earth is our mother she leaves us free. Man wants to control mother earth. Nature grows wild abundance on earth. Man runs wild there is dearth on earth. A volcano erupts life is fossilized A bomb is dropped life petrified. An act of god is part of nature. An act of man is counter nature.

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Apr 13, 2013

Apr 13, 2013 at 7:25 PM UTC

NATURE OF MAN!!!

The Bible is the word of God Or man who was inspired by God. God’s words come to mind. Man interprets God’s mind. God created man and women in his image Man wants to make them in his image. God seeds the earth. Man spreads his seed. Earth is our mother she leaves us free. Man wants to control mother earth. Nature grows wild abundance on earth. Man runs wild there is dearth on earth. A volcano erupts life is fossilized A bomb is dropped life petrified. An act of god is part of nature. An act of man is counter nature.

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Typing was not my strength, it was my shame. Typing is a skill to make words legible, not for me. Letters were rarely in the right order, what a shame. Things change, typed word can create order. Secretarial work was not my thing. Typing purchasing orders all day was not for me. One typo, the order goes in File 13, to erase my error. At the end of the day my wastebasket was piled high. I typed a purchasing order and things changed. It was for 50 tapes, my fingers flew to my shame. My boss called me in his office, asked to read I ordered 50 rapes, you read it right rapes. He laughed, showed me a pencil and asked. Do you see what is at the end? Yes, an eraser. Learn to use it, use it to erase and correct your mistake Do not throw away your experience. He added: in 5 years your mistake is forgotten In 10 years few will remember your mistake or name. In 100 years from now no one will know who you are. I wish to be remembered as a woman activist poet. I no longer use File 13 to delete a shame. You see, I write and type about the shame of **** The shame every woman who is violated feels. It a shame but not her shame, file and record his shame.

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Apr 12, 2013

Apr 12, 2013 at 9:24 AM UTC

SHAME

Typing was not my strength, it was my shame. Typing is a skill to make words legible, not for me. Letters were rarely in the right order, what a shame. Things change, typed word can create order. Secretarial work was not my thing. Typing purchasing orders all day was not for me. One typo, the order goes in File 13, to erase my error. At the end of the day my wastebasket was piled high. I typed a purchasing order and things changed. It was for 50 tapes, my fingers flew to my shame. My boss called me in his office, asked to read I ordered 50 rapes, you read it right rapes. He laughed, showed me a pencil and asked. Do you see what is at the end? Yes, an eraser. Learn to use it, use it to erase and correct your mistake Do not throw away your experience. He added: in 5 years your mistake is forgotten In 10 years few will remember your mistake or name. In 100 years from now no one will know who you are. I wish to be remembered as a woman activist poet. I no longer use File 13 to delete a shame. You see, I write and type about the shame of **** The shame every woman who is violated feels. It a shame but not her shame, file and record his shame.

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Revolution – evolution The drums are calling Hear the beat. Listen to the drum. Listen to the beat Groove to the beat Start a revolution Hear your heart beat Move to the beat Cause an inner revolution. Be a leader in evolution. Dance to the beat Be one with the beat. Be one with the earth. It is called evolution.

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Apr 11, 2013

Apr 11, 2013 at 9:52 AM UTC

THE DRUMS OF EVOLUTION

Revolution – evolution The drums are calling Hear the beat. Listen to the drum. Listen to the beat Groove to the beat Start a revolution Hear your heart beat Move to the beat Cause an inner revolution. Be a leader in evolution. Dance to the beat Be one with the beat. Be one with the earth. It is called evolution.

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You look so fine strutting down the street. You swing your hips to your inner-beat. You move to the sounds of your IPod You groove to the inner-beat you know. You are one with the music. You are one with your universe. Go on moving to the new beat.

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Apr 10, 2013

Apr 10, 2013 at 11:23 AM UTC

THE NEW BEAT

You look so fine strutting down the street. You swing your hips to your inner-beat. You move to the sounds of your IPod You groove to the inner-beat you know. You are one with the music. You are one with your universe. Go on moving to the new beat.

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Living in the city, exposes us to inner-city life Life and death dance with each other. Maples Road, Elm Street or Pine Avenue No such trees shade your way. A tress falls a child falls, R.I.P. The forest is now a wooden coffin. Trees planted are young and sickly. Buildings and not trees offer shade. The streets are like a cloudy rainy day. Cement and asphalt stifles the grass. Cops walk the beat, whistles blow Sirens, honking horns, gunshots, Tires screeching scream for attention. Gangs are rebels with a cause, to be free Try to listen for the heartbeat. Life in the city can be life and not death. Listen, can you hear! A child is calling. Look can you see! A baby is crawling A blade of grass grows in the cracks. The inner-city is alive with a new beat. Life can grow, life can thrive Let's gang-up for a cause to free Let’s tap to the beat we call life.

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Apr 9, 2013

Apr 9, 2013 at 9:46 AM UTC

INNER-CITY BEAT

Living in the city, exposes us to inner-city life Life and death dance with each other. Maples Road, Elm Street or Pine Avenue No such trees shade your way. A tress falls a child falls, R.I.P. The forest is now a wooden coffin. Trees planted are young and sickly. Buildings and not trees offer shade. The streets are like a cloudy rainy day. Cement and asphalt stifles the grass. Cops walk the beat, whistles blow Sirens, honking horns, gunshots, Tires screeching scream for attention. Gangs are rebels with a cause, to be free Try to listen for the heartbeat. Life in the city can be life and not death. Listen, can you hear! A child is calling. Look can you see! A baby is crawling A blade of grass grows in the cracks. The inner-city is alive with a new beat. Life can grow, life can thrive Let's gang-up for a cause to free Let’s tap to the beat we call life.

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I made a promise many years ago. I promised my friend, to pen true words. I promised not use my pen as a sword Knowing the pen is mightier than the sword. Words wounds the spirit, the pain is real. Words in actions do **** the human being. I hear others speak ill of you, I know the words. I hear the clichés, I say no to the lingo. I made a promise, a promise I keep.

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Apr 8, 2013

Apr 8, 2013 at 8:39 AM UTC

THE PROMISE

I made a promise many years ago. I promised my friend, to pen true words. I promised not use my pen as a sword Knowing the pen is mightier than the sword. Words wounds the spirit, the pain is real. Words in actions do **** the human being. I hear others speak ill of you, I know the words. I hear the clichés, I say no to the lingo. I made a promise, a promise I keep.

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Women around the world wake up. They are from different religions. They are from different ethnicity. They are of different skin tone. They wake to their own beauty. They gather for a wake. They denounce the lies of men. They dig deep in the earth. The old husband tales, they bury. The womb of the earth cleanses. The wind blows and dust rises Spirits soars, there is joy, A child is born carved out of her bones. A child is shaped out of her dust. A child is alive, one with the wind. A child is made of soil, of dust, of sand of earth. Each child molded and shaped in love. Each child is a child of Mother Earth. Women awake to their sibling’s beauty. Women are the children on Mother Earth. Women wake to truth. Women speak truth. Mother knows best, Mother Earth sure does. Mother Earth does not segregate Mother Earth does not classify Mother loves all her children, so do I!

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Apr 7, 2013

Apr 7, 2013 at 8:23 AM UTC

WOMEN WAKE UP!

Women around the world wake up. They are from different religions. They are from different ethnicity. They are of different skin tone. They wake to their own beauty. They gather for a wake. They denounce the lies of men. They dig deep in the earth. The old husband tales, they bury. The womb of the earth cleanses. The wind blows and dust rises Spirits soars, there is joy, A child is born carved out of her bones. A child is shaped out of her dust. A child is alive, one with the wind. A child is made of soil, of dust, of sand of earth. Each child molded and shaped in love. Each child is a child of Mother Earth. Women awake to their sibling’s beauty. Women are the children on Mother Earth. Women wake to truth. Women speak truth. Mother knows best, Mother Earth sure does. Mother Earth does not segregate Mother Earth does not classify Mother loves all her children, so do I!

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A gift I need to profess my love. Pop culture tells me A diamond is a girl’s best friend! A diamond is about commitment! A diamond is A promise of STRONG love! A diamond expresses EVERlasting love! A diamond is forever! No money in my pocket just lint and a seed. Yes, a seed I will give to my true love! In a small box I place my seed A note I write to my love! Do accept this seed. Let us plant it! As it sprouts it will soon be a seedling. The seedling will grow into a tree, Our tree will protect us and warm us. Our tree reminds us of our love. As seedling fall and sprout more trees grow. We can chop some to build our home. We build a fireplace to burn dead wood. In those long winter months we sit and carve. Springtime comes we marvel at budding new growth. A nest, we can see, birds sing a song of thanks. In summer we sit in the shade, protected and safe. In the fall a thunderstorm, lighting strikes our tree falls. Our tree is not dead, do not mourn. Our love is not dead, do not mourn. Our love is transformed. Like the seed it metamorphoses To the earth the tree returns. Our tree transforms into coal. Under pressure it becomes a diamond. Yes, my love, diamonds are forever.

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Apr 6, 2013

Apr 6, 2013 at 9:39 AM UTC

DIAMONDS ARE FOREVER!

A gift I need to profess my love. Pop culture tells me A diamond is a girl’s best friend! A diamond is about commitment! A diamond is A promise of STRONG love! A diamond expresses EVERlasting love! A diamond is forever! No money in my pocket just lint and a seed. Yes, a seed I will give to my true love! In a small box I place my seed A note I write to my love! Do accept this seed. Let us plant it! As it sprouts it will soon be a seedling. The seedling will grow into a tree, Our tree will protect us and warm us. Our tree reminds us of our love. As seedling fall and sprout more trees grow. We can chop some to build our home. We build a fireplace to burn dead wood. In those long winter months we sit and carve. Springtime comes we marvel at budding new growth. A nest, we can see, birds sing a song of thanks. In summer we sit in the shade, protected and safe. In the fall a thunderstorm, lighting strikes our tree falls. Our tree is not dead, do not mourn. Our love is not dead, do not mourn. Our love is transformed. Like the seed it metamorphoses To the earth the tree returns. Our tree transforms into coal. Under pressure it becomes a diamond. Yes, my love, diamonds are forever.

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