Where Are My Aboriginal Sisters Poem by Melvina Germain

Where Are My Aboriginal Sisters



To all who pull triggers, as fun and games O let me
give you a few of our fallen victims names. In Canada,
Marlene Bird fought the demon in a Walmart parking lot,
she lost her face, burnt from the waist down, her legs,
amputated, yes, this is true…right here in Canada, the
beast of evil is not new.

Throughout this country, aboriginal women disappear.
no outrage, no outrage do we hear.. justice is not served
as loved ones remain enraged.. no body, no investigation,
perhaps they’ll rot in an unknown grave.

O this is Canada, the land of the free, let me remind you,
that’s what its suppose to be…


As of late, the future of a Black man’s dream falls to
the death by hands of racist beings, unrest.It seems the
crime committed by young Black males be it, the color of
his skin that lands him in jail.

Monday, July 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fabrizio Frosini 26 July 2015

a ''POEM OF WITNESS''.. an inspiring piece of writing

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Melvina Germain

Melvina Germain

Sydney, Nova Scotia
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