Quite a bit has happened. I think its been a couple of weeks. But yeah, I’ll just write what I remember.
Court was 2 weeks ago, and to put a long story short; The verdict is not guilty.
Basically the accuser, and his witnesses stories or timelines didn’t match. So the judge came to the conclusion that they drunk a hell of a lot more than they claimed, and my ex-partner blacked out. Heck, he can’t even remember threatening my safety over and over! I remember. That’s all I hear every time I so much as look at him. Needless to say, he wasted a bunch of peoples time. Thankfully it’s over. Thank you to my lawyer, Antin Jaremchuk. And thank you to my Family Law Lawyer, Lawrence Blokker, for recommending him.
And like my lawyer at the time said, “Now you can move on with your life.” Thank you.
The poem I submitted into the Temz Review didn’t make the cut, but I got encouraged to try again in the future.
I thought for sure it would have been accepted. But that’s okay. Why? Because now I can share it here with my readers. Please keep in mind that it was written at 4am, while I was half asleep, hence the whole transporting feel to it. Lol
Surrounded by nothing
Until there shone a light
Her skin broke into pieces
And lifted upwards towards the sky
Revealing her new body made of stone
She blinked with her new eyes
A new world began to appear
Trees hovered, hanging onto the ground by their roots
Dancing like jellyfish
Gigantic stingrays flew towards the horizon
The ground moved slightly up and down
Just as if it were breathing
She walked to a hill of brick and rubble
There was where she perched herself on top
With a miraculous view
Vibrations and hues
Watching 2 suns rise from the East and the West
And the valley below
A crowd cheered in the distance
This looks like this is the spot for instance
Like a guardian watching over
She froze still
Closed her eyes
As the locals celebrate with a feast
The gargoyle lays down to rest
Surrounded by everything
Until there shone no light
Here she goes again
Her stone body crumbles to the ground revealing her flesh
Starting over and over
Hope you enjoyed it!
I also submitted another poem into Synaeresis, but that too didn’t make it in. My writing of poetry seems to be rusty. But it has been years. THAT’S OKAY! Even though my poem didn’t make the cut for that online publishing, my art and photography did. So a photo I took at Medway Heritage Valley Forest, and a painting I did called “Unseen” will be published! Yaaaay!!
I noticed that the art gallery called “Fringe”up in Hyde Park was looking for art submissions. So I started working on small 6×6” peices for that. Also, I am reusing/ recycling cardboard from cereal and cracker boxes for my canvases. For less waste, use what you have!
The pic shown, is just one of the cards I’ve made. So far, I got 4 done. The goal is to get 10 done for this exhibition. They are all various, from surreal, to abstract, to even a collage! I haven’t done a collage in years, and it was fun.
In other news… I’ll be getting a new CAS worker, AGAIN! Yup, they just pass the file around like a hot potato.
Also, sadly I got the news that the Band Rep will be retiring. So N’Amerind will be seeking a replacement for her. Honestly, I think a position like that is alot for one person, a Community Liaison needs a team. Especially with the amount of First Nation families involved with CAS. I appreciate the worker filling me with hope, but yeah, she should have seen the CAS workers face light up when I said the Band Rep was retiring. It was creepy.
Speaking of CAS….
While trying to find out how my foster sister is doing, yes I do care and get curious. Even though she has treated me like shit and vice versa. In the end, she was my first friend EVER. So I try to check up on her, especially when she disappears with no form of contact.
So I searched her ex-boyfriend, who is the father of my nephew…and I find out he had died. He commited suicide. According to his father, his son was in a lot of pain because child services would not allow him to see his son, not even on his birthday. His father said an organization should not have power like that. His son jumped from a tall tower.
I read an article about this not that long ago. About CAS, First Nations and mental health issues. In the article it said the mothers commit suicide. But here it is, in my family, it’s the father. CAS killed my nephews father!! And the only person that can relate to him and that pain, is his mother. But of course CAS won’t take any accountability for that. They’ll just say he’s mentally ill when they were the reason behind his sadness. What a sick twisted organization.
Immediately I began to worry for my foster sister, because that was how her biological parents died. Psychologically, that will be a huge impact on my foster sister.
Thankfully, my aunt got a hold of a friend of hers and she said my foster sister is fine. But she is taking the death of her ex pretty hard. I’m glad she’s okay. And I wish I could hug her.
It just makes me appreciate what I have even more. At least 3 of my children are home. My eldest has been institutionalized, and has been rejecting his parents since. One day he’ll see the bigger picture. One day he’ll appologize, and I will forgive him for rejecting his own culture. There’s more going on than he realizes. Colonization, Cultural genocide…give him time. He too will see it. He’s not dumb.
Which reminds me, you know you must be pressing buttons when a CAS worker advises you to talk to your lawyer regarding custody of your daughter, says their fine with that…and asks “will that make you happy?”…will that make you happy?🤔
Yes, but what about my son that you are kidnapping from me? Normally when a child is apprehended from one parent, they go to the other parent. Not in my case. They were placed in foster care, I wasn’t even a consideration. Nothing like completely disregarding my rights as a parent. But there’s “nothing wrong with the way you parent”, “you did nothing wrong.”
Yes I got my daughter back. Well…why just one child? And why not the other as well? That doesn’t make any freakin sense!
If you look up the laws and regulations regarding child services, they are supposed to be busting thier asses to get thier kids back home to thier parents, or parent. They sure as hell aren’t trying very hard. More like the opposite. Doing what they can to take him away, even though there is no risks or concerns. Just a stubborn little boy given the power to make adult decisions. He doesn’t realize the consequences to his actions!! He’s 12, hormonal, and going through puberty!! Yes, lets allow a child to make these huge life decisions! Do you have any idea how stupid that sounds?? Pick his outfit, pick leisure activities, but to pressure a child to think about if they want to be a crown ward??? To live in foster care permanently. To possibly never see his family again?? What is wrong with you people?
Sorry, that tends to get me ranting quite a bit. Breathe….
My youngest daughter did have a yeast infection. I tried for a week to get rid of it myself. Fresh air, sun light, numerous diaper rash creams, baby powder, vaseline, coconut oil, the list goes on…until the weekend came again, and it was an overnight visit at her fathers. I wasn’t going to let her go without the proper medication, so I finally took her to the doctor. And OMG guess what?? They didn’t call CAS on me like they seemed to have been doing alot lately. 😲 Geez. Thank you.
Lately, I think CAS does more damage to a family than they do helping. I mean, when I think of my foster sisters Inuit ex boyfriend, the father of her child, HE’S DEAD!!
Fuck Colonization! Fuck Genocide! I am First Nations! I am Ojibwe! I am the daughter of Elizabeth King. I am proud! You cannot erase us. You will NOT erase me or my family.
Just imagine there was a First Nations individual , that became larger than that organization… No,even better, imagine the First Nations, as a whole, become LARGER and more POWERFUL than that organization, and ended the terror. Because lets face it…
First Nations –> Residential Schools—> Organized Religion—> Conformity—> Cultural Genocide
First Nations —> Children’s Aid Society—> Organized Religion —> Foster Homes —> Conformity —> Cultural Genocide
I am angry 😠….
I hope it gets warmer out this weekend, because I would like to take my kids to the 25th Annual Earth Day at St. Julien Park. It sounds like there will be a lot of fun activities for families there. Nature shtuff. I like that.
My baby boy is 16 lbs and 1oz. I am so proud of my chunky lil man. Lol He’s doing so well.
What else? I registered my eldest daughter into a drama class and of all days to begin, it starts on her birthday! Lol Happy birthday sweety, Mommy’s sending you to drama class! 😅 Just a funny coincidence. But she is looking forward to it because she’s been wanting to try out acting for awhile now. She really enjoys participating in the skits and plays at her school.
I have to head to the library at some point and print out an application, so that I can get my youngest daughter into daycare. I think some socialization with other toddlers would be beneficial for her, having other toddlers to play with.
Who knows…maybe that will make my days a little easier when it’ll just be baby and I at home. He gets his one on one time with mommy while his sisters are at daycare and school.
Anyways…thanks for reading. Peace and love! – Pooks
The Bible is probably the most genocidal book in the literary canon. – Naom Chomsky