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Sidelines

  1. Show up to the protest, but put away your sign.
  2. Shuffle to the shadows, perhaps another time.
  3. Mouth closed with a zipper, your hands behind your back.
  4. Step in line with others, responding to the crack.
  5. Spirit—eager, willing—is anchored to the floor.
  6. Heart so filled with justice is tucked into a drawer.
  7. Marching to the music, in place, but knees up high.
  8. Stuck in your small prison; your children walk on by.

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By Kim Siever

I live in Lethbridge with my spouse and 4 of our 6 children. I’m a writer, focusing on political news, social issues, and the occasional poem. My politics are radically left. I am a political economy student at the University of Athabasca, working on my second undergrad degree.

I’m also dichotomally Mormon. And I’m a functional vegetarian: I have a blog post about that somewhere around here. My pronouns are he/him, and I’m queer.

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