Exhale “I think everything in this room is about residential schools,” Alice says. I turn and take in the four black walls And sink a little into the ground. Oh. Exhale. When we reach the painting on the back wall My eyes go straight to the middle Where a woman Is being torn away from her child. The mother’s expression-- Defiant, Desperate, Terrified. The child’s-- Gone. “I am having a hard time facing this one,” I say. Exhale. Feeling a compression stretch Across my chest I think I have nothing left To breathe out But then, I look up. Empty Baby carriers And Missing ones Outlined in chalk. Clarissa Mae de Leon Clarissa Mae de Leon is a PhD student at the Queen’s University Faculty of Education where she researches curriculum theory and multiliteracies. She lives in Kingston, Canada with her greyhound, Emilio.
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