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I wrote this poem in anger over a mug, the same I wrote about in a previous post. It's honestly an ugly piece of crockery regardless of what it says.
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I've rewritten this post several times now but it always finds new ways to burst out of me. Hopefully it goes some way to understanding how I grew up with a cop dad.
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About Me
I am a white settler originally from England, living on Treaty 7 land in so-called Alberta, Canada. I use she/her pronouns. I am part of the 2SLGBTQ+ community, disabled, and neurodivergent. My ancestry is almost wholly from the British isles. This blog is my attempt to share my processing with others as I endeavour to unpack what I was taught in my childhood and how I see the world now as I continue to learn.
I often find my thoughts running away from me and I try to find others to share my thinking with. Growing up I found much of my education about privilege, colonialism, social justice, and feminism through the internet. As an adult, I felt like I should put some of my own learnings back out into the world.
*All writing is my own, no generative AI is used for any content found here.*
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