Poetry

  • Free Bird

    They soar the skies, as free can be,

    A gentle flap, a wind-carried wing.

    Feathers drift through open air,

    While oceans shimmer far beneath.

    One could only dream to be

    So unbound—so endlessly free.

  • Poetry

    By Bee.Lover

    How can so much mean so little?

    I give up everything for you 

    At the drop of a hat

    I tear myself apart for your happiness 

    Even though you're still sad

    I do everything to fix the problem 

    While knowing damn well I am the problem.

  • Poetry

    By Bee.Lover

    Selfish player

    You're always the victim 

    All "poor woh is me"

    Until you get caught 

    Until you hurt me

     

    What would happen

    If the roles were reversed 

    If you were stuck chasing 

  • leaving the heart

    she takes the stairs, 

    her heels click clacking down the hardwood steps. 

    she turns the tarnished silver doorknob, 

    and the door creaks open. 

     

    before her sits a man. 

  • If we were

    If every girl

    Looked liked a boy

    Acted like a boy

    Was a boy

    Would we get farther

    In life

    Would we be respected

    If every woman

    Was a man

    Would we be valued

    Would we be able

  • We Are Your Legacy

    Dear leaders,

    You say you love us

    The children of your country

    But you do what is best

    For you

    Even though

    We are the future

    Of our country

    We are your legacy

    How can you expect us

  • The Bird

    I am the bird that everyone knows.

    Never sees, only feels my presence.

    Visible in your mind, noticeable in your heart.

    My wingtips are dashed with anxiety,

    my tail feathers streaked with frustration and loss.

  • Polaroid

    I remember taking Polaroids with you

    In the driveway of the house you’ve now sold

    On a grey afternoon that looked like night

    In the photos. We’d wait impatiently

  • Dear Canada

    Dear Canada, 

    You do not belong to us. 

    You never have. 

    And I really, really hope you never will. 

    You are your own country, but I know I don’t have to tell you that.