Red dress
For missing or murdered indigenous women and girls. Art by Kisa MacIsaac. #SearchTheLandfill
***Awareness and signals are not enough. This poem is not enough. It is merely my heart aching.
Search Prairie Green Landfill, MB.
***I acknowledge that I write— in this beautiful place I call home—is the unceded territory of the Lkwungen (Lekwungen) People, also known as the Songhees and Esquimalt First Nations communities – past, present, and future.***
I’ll put my red dress on, not to
Slip into her skin, but to mourn.
Her death, sadly, is nothing new.
We, society, fail and scorn—
Against her blood: she gave this land
Hope and power, and strength and more.
She’s mother, daughter, helping hand;
The very best, so why abhor?
I’ll put my red dress on, not to
Proudly wear the colours of home—
But for her—each of her. Imbue
This red dress…She’s not alone.
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