The Poetic Word

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Spoke to a knowledge keeper not too many moons ago, An old soul filled with fear and

BY GLORIA O’KOYE I am currently a teacher in Nemaska, Eeyou Isstchee, Quebec for this school year, teaching creative arts

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Leaving the comfort of home that held so many memories… Since the first breath The first cry,

BY GLORIA O’KOYE I made sure that every inked needle pierced into my delicate skin Was earned to the fullest. 

BY GLORIA O’KOYE When will peace be taken seriously? Instead of waiting for riots to erupt  For demands to be

BY GLORIA O’KOYE They try to Silence us Try to Bury us Try to Target us Try to Condemn us.

BY GLORIA O’KOYE History is doomed to repeat itself. Ancestors suffer  Descendants fulfil karma, Vice versa  It never ends.  

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Belly of the Beast, The box, the yard The human cage, The closest thing a person can

BY GLORIA OKOYE Dear Phyllis Jack Webstad, May your legacy live on May corporations tainted orange  Never hide the true

BY GLORIA OKOYE This is a letter to the streets To the ones that put in the work To boast