Saturday, 28 December 2019

14 White Roses (December 7, 2019)

In my mind
A handbell rings 
Fourteen times.


*Geneviève Bergeron (1968-89)*


Each peal
A different resonance
Ending a woman's life.


*Hèléne Colgan (1966-89)*


On a cold
Wintery autumn
Afternoon.


*Nathalie Croteau (1966-89)*


At Montreal's
École Polytechnique
On December 6, 1989
By a lone male gunman.


*Barbara Daigneault (1967-89)*


Whose name
Shall never speak
Again.


*Anne-Marie Edward (1968-89)*


Historically
Canada's worst mass shooting.


*Maud Haviernick (1960-89)*


For 3 decades
His misogynistic anger/hate
Has helped fuel
The Incel movement.


*Maryse Laganière (1964-89)*


Who blame women
For their dating failures
And personal lives.


*Maryse Leclair (1966-89)*


Remember my anger
On the 1st anniversary
Of the Montreal Massacre
March organizers told men
Not to come.


*Anne-Marie Lemay (1967-89)*


I was studying
For my first December exams
At Carleton University
In the nation's capital
Ottawa, Ontario.


*Sonia Pelletier (1961-89)*


Understanding 
This anger
And frustration
Being released
By these grieving women.


*Michèle Richard (1968-89)*


As Montreal officials
Have taken 3 decades
To admit this stark reality.


*Annie St-Arneault (1966-89)*


The École Polytechnique deaths
Were a gender-based attack
Against women
Particularly feminists.


*Annie Turcotte (1969-89)*


In unveiling
A new plaque
At the memorial
Before the campus.


*Barbara Klucznik-Wdajewicz (1958-89)*


As 14 Canadian universities
From Newfoundland and Labrador
To British Columbia
Honour these women
With memorials.


Therisa © 2019  


Author's note: Please forgive me, as I've struggled emotionally, to write this. Especially, as this yearSAD, has been the worse case, since 1990, when I started studying at Carleton Universty, in
Ottawa, Ontario. Canada's national capital. That year was a very wet and dark autumn.


The anger that I felt, at the time, was the frustration of being held accountable for
something, which I wasn't responsible for a single gunman action. Over time, I've realized
that this anger, wasn't aimed at me. Rather, at the way society treats women, in general,
second class citizens. Often, having men, in positions of authority.


Unlike the United States, Canada's federal government passed gun control legislation and
enacted handgun and long gun registries. Although, over the years, due to political reality
and ideological dogma, the system wasn't kept up to date, with the release of new weapons.
Also, the Conservatives, under PM Stephen Harper, scrapped the long gun registry, after
the province of Quebec, lost its legal fight, in 2012, to keep the long gun registry information.


During the recent Throne Speech, to open this session of Parliament, re-elected PM
Justin Trudeau promised to introduce legislation that would ban and buy back
assault weapons, like the Ruger "Mini 12" semi-automatic gun, used during
the Montreal Massacre. Previously, it was allowed to slip through the legislation,
with a 5 bullet clip, as the only restriction.


Personally, there is no need for these weapons of death and destruction, in the urban
areas, like the cities of Toronto, Vancouver, or Montreal. Although, there may be some
justification for distance rural areas, for protection against wildlife and hunting.


The real details of the seriousness of the Trudeau government, will be seen in the
language of the proposed bill. And how willing they are to fight for its passage
through the House and Senate. Given the changes in the Senate, which has
removed all political party ties, between the two chambers of Canada's parliament,
with the introduction of independent Senators.


The title for this poem, is a reference to the 14 white roses, placed at memorial,
honouring the women, who died on December 6, 1989.

For more information, please click on the following link:: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%89cole_Polytechnique_massacre

Wishful Dreaming (November 24, 2019)

Silence grows
Like a metastasizing cancer.

Every day
Struggle for words
Slipping furthermore
Into darkness.

Leaden skies
Fill horizons
With soul-destroying
Numbness.

So easy
Release control
Surrender to madness.

Knowing
Azrael's blade
Brings final closure.

Some call me
Coward taking
Easy way out.

I ask:

Where were you
When I needed support
Countless times
Beaten up?

Attacking
My gender orientation
And sexuality.

Holy affront
To your religious values.

Laughing hyena
Leading pack
Of rabid children
Attacking me.

That's where.

Sighing 

Is it too much
To ask for
Inner silence?

Laying bare
Those abusive memories
Triggers stripped.

Embracing 
An expanding sense
Of self-worth and tranquility.

Something
You'll never understand
In a century of Sundays.

Therisa © 2019

Author’s note: How depression is experienced by me, and some of the events that have caused it.

Tuesday, 19 November 2019

DoTR: Building Hope (November 19, 2019)

Emotionally
We gather
On November 20th
Day of Transgender Remembrance.

Through the darkness
Candles are lit
Naming our murdered
Brothers and sisters.

Wanting
But realistically knowing
The killings won't stop
Until society's attitude changes.

Treating everyone
With respect and dignity.

Regardless
Of gender identification
And ethnicity.

Call me
A delusional dreamer
For believing this.

In leaving ignorance
And prejudices behind.

Therisa © 2019

Remembering Of Our 2 Spirited Siblings (November 18, 2019)


You speak 
Sins of the Fathers
Visited upon children
In the name of righteousness.

People
And cultures destroyed
By moral crusades
For your "God"
Of love and compassion.

Unrepentantly justified
Religious belief
Bringing civilization
To these heathen savages.

Of unmarked
Abandoned mass graves
In isolated residential schools
Throughout the north.

Echoing
Into the present
As entire communities
Struggle for survival
And identify.

Tears I shed
For our Indigenous
Brothers and sisters
Denied their birthright
By Western society.

As they fight
Long and hard
To reclaim
What was stolen.

Of lost lives
We'll never know
Their name
To properly honour them.

As we remember
Our murdered siblings.

Regardless
Of skin colour 
And religious beliefs
On November 20th
Day of Transgender Remembrance.

May their souls
Find peace
So long denied
In life.

Therisa © 2019 

Author’s note: Remembering our Indigenous brothers and sisters, who have for too long been tossed away, left to deal with the fall out of the colonization of their culture and religious beliefs.

November Blues (November 7, 2019)

Wednesday
November 13, 2019
Fourteenth anniversary
Of my rebirth
As Therisa.

Wish
I could say
It's a pain-free procedure
For everyone involved.

Knowing
These scars are
Open seeping wounds
That'll never heal.

Mom
Uncomfortable acknowledging
My changed status
From son to daughter.

She doesn't write
"Therisa"
In cards sent.

Never admit
Fear rules her
When I see her eyes.

Or excuses made
Whenever
Mall shopping
Is suggested.

Not asking her
To accompany me
Buying lingerie.

Rather
A winter coat
Or jeans.

Given mom's age
Of 80 years old.

Can't wait
Holding my life
In a stalling pattern.

Wasting time
On an off chance
She'll change
Her mind.

Sadly
What should be
My happiest day
Is my saddest.

Therisa © 2019  

Author’s note: Relationships are a two way street. Unfortunately, my mom can’t meet me in the middle.

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