The Poetic Word

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Check on your loved ones Short days and cold Can spark up unwanted thoughts Much more Winter

BY GLORIA O’KOYE It’s another year of fear Another year that heightens anxiety Another year of asking what’s next Another

BY GLORIA O’KOYE My fear of speaking on different issues, Is the unsatisfied public? “Is that your lived experience? Why

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Like the soil on the ground Continues its need to be nourished, Our bodies, minds and souls

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Pillars of destruction Built on bodies That holds guilt. Our forefather’s lust for power Spill on children,

BY GLORIA 0’KOYE Caught up in attempting to be creators, Destroying what’s given Just to abandon Abandon and to search

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Passion is like the seed That you may not get a chance To see it grow It

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Mother Earth Is in a domestic dispute, With her beloved It broke her spirit To bring her

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Mother Nature’s scent was sweet and refreshing, Away from the toxic fumes caused by man made pollution.

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Being in Six Nations felt like… Home! The sacred fire revived memories that were once thought gone.