I'd always been a little bearcub Feeling my paws crunch the twigs and mulsh of the forest floor Seasons are changing, though I'm finally standing up on my hind legs Raising my hands high, speaking up for the first time Hoping that maybe you can hear me now Letting my growls grow, my echo, rumbling through the trees Feeling the breeze in my hair Knowing that I have made it I am home
~Finally started my medical transition and my voice is starting to drop~
I learned the hard way that real bears aren't like Winnie the Pooh. I decided to pet one and I soon learned it was a ****** thing to do. When I tried to pet him, he bit off my hand. I can no longer drive a taxi so I was canned.
I thought that all bears were like Winnie the Pooh, kind and gentle. When my wife learned that I lost my hand and job, she went mental. My wife used to be understanding and sweet, we used to laugh and cuddle. As she walked out the door, I kicked her in the **** and she landed in a mud puddle.
She didn't want a man with no job and no hand so she decided to leave. But getting a swift kick in the **** wasn't something she expected to receive. If you've seen Child's Play, you'll understand that my wife has the temper of Chucky. Losing my hand and job caused me to lose that witch so I guess that I'm pretty lucky.
Included in Limited Edition Chapbook "They Sing to Us" (Ed. Brandt, Di, 2016, Radish Press). Unfortunately my surname was misspelled as "McKrith".
"They Sing to Us" was inspired by the Walking With Our Sisters Exhibit that was hosted at Brandon University in March of 2016. The exhibition featured 108 moccasin vamps created to honor the lives of children whose lives were lost in the residential school system. The original Walking With Our Sisters exhibition features 1,808 vamps commemorating the 1200 + Indigenous women and girls who have gone missing in Canada since 1980.