Articles and poems by Sadie Morris
Will No One Heed My Call?
Will no one heed my call? / anxiety stole many asleep my daughter’s high school years and thought am I the only one fretting the dreaded eviction slip anonymously slid under the door / we fled violence in a hot summer day 4 years ago to day ~ / how do we make this new postal code our home ~ / ~yet we live under the radar taking first nervous steps / step into metrotown of all places / we want to stay in the school district we learn / awkwardly at first we stumble as the wounded often do (…)
Worldviews – Urban Indigenous frontlines, experience, and survival
I am Sadie Morris, I am Nuu Chah Nulth and Irish and my daughter is Destiny Morris who is Nuu Chah Nulth, Gitsan, and Irish. My mother moved me and my three sisters to Vancouver in 1977. We have grown to love the unceded Coast Salish territory for all of our memories good, bad, and the ugly. We have had our children here and raised our children here who are second generation First Nations and who don’t live in the territory in which actually descend from. I feel we are a unique community, or as some sociologists define as a subculture within a dominant society. We live in the heart of Vancouver or in the adjacent cities of Burnaby or North Vancouver. (…)