Hey everyone! It’s time to get in one last youth slam before the holidays. Our December feature is the multi-talented and magically musing Meg Land. Check out her colourful autobiographical poem below.
Meg Land is an awesome baker and the shape of many pies. Who wants to be baking! Text me in the oven. I’ll call you from a pie. I love you lunch, but I’m going to write a poem…
Today I sat in your gender. Ugh.
What a bunch of bastards. White, buff, twentysomething men who don’t give a shit about things being summoned to sing songs about Star Wars. Stop being on the internet.
Women who support me and my lipstick lower my chances of being infected with awful humans, which is double win!
Who wants two kickass feminist pieces of time?
You look like a Tribe Called Red, more colonialism than
Montreal, where the poems live.
Today I know you had a bus ticket to do it.
All my best creative writing just becomes Facebook statuses, it’s not even weird.
I can pay my rent, k?