Poetry & Art

For this, I’m sorry

I’m sorry
I’m sorry some of us are selfish
I’m sorry for those of us who aren’t doing our part
I’m sorry we value sports over your lives
that we value parties and dinners over you
that we’ve forgotten your sacrifices
your contribution, your love
that we are willing to trade your life for our liberties

you are the generation that didn’t let us down
you went to war and lost your lives or
lost your minds, your peace, your normal
for us to become this
to be stabbed in the back at home, is unforgivable
you rose up during world crises
to take in strangers and called them friends

I’m sorry that money and prosperity was weighed over your heart beats
I’m sorry that you had to fight for your breath and loose
because younger ones had better odds
that calculations were made over your right to exist
I’m sorry a lifetime came to this

but what I am most sorry for – is us
I’m sorry that some of us have lost our way
and now the ones to show us
are dying by the thousands

you were grandparents that brought us gifts when you shouldn’t have
you snuck us candy with a wink
you held our hands when we walked the world
you had our backs when no one understood
you gave us strength and support
A look into our future
you were Grand in your love
and reminded us when we forgot to be kind
you were the glue of wisdom
holding together the world so graciously

without a word you gave all you could
your wallets, hearts, and homes were always open
and for all your efforts
we have left you to this

I’m sorry some of us don’t see you
and see all you still have to give
I’m sorry some of us say things like survival of the fittest
they are ignorant, or have never held your love

but the rest of us will give you every chance we can
we will willingly loose our bank accounts, our liberties, our parties,
our favourite foods, our adventures, our travel, our normal

we will do so without complaint, because if everything was reversed
you  would do everything, loose everything, give anything
to give us even a few more breaths

the best of us are alongside you in this fight,
working long and hard for your health and life
taking it on,  when you are too weak
the rest of us will stay home to protect you

I’m sorry some of us have let you down,
but I am here to tell you, many many more of us won’t
we are willing to fight and give

I’m sorry we can’t save all of you,
but we will do our best so many of you can live

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by Nav Sidhu

I am me. My history began in the depths of rural India, but my present is in the height of metropolitan Canada. I am a dichotomy of many things, but one thing is for sure: I am not one thing, and there is no restriction to who I am and who I am becoming. My name is NKS, Navjit Kaur Sidhu. I am proud of my citizenship as a Canadian female of colour, and I am also proud of my birth as a poor female child in India. These two worlds have shaped me, and I try to share my experiences with you here, in hopes my words can resonate with you.

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