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Millennium Development Goals
The United Nations made eight Hoping to make mankind better Maybe even great Eradicate extreme hunger and poverty That should be easy with global prosperity Achieve universal primary education Every child deserves at least one graduation Promote gender equality and empower women Making the inheritance laws and pay cheques even Reduce the infant mortality rate Children belong in parks not at Heaven's gate Improve maternal health Not just for those with substantial wealth Combat HIV/AIDS, malaria, and other diseases Everything that causes runny noses, coughing, and wheezes Ensure environmental sustainability Retaining the resources and the accountability Create a global partnership for development Not just for big budget corporate entitlement Millennium Development Goals The United Nations made eight I hope we haven't missed the boat I hope we're not too late by Cheryl Duggan August 24th, 2016
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I know who I am
I love what I do I won't take any crap Especially from you by Cheryl Duggan August 24th, 2016 (5:30 a.m.) She is the rep for my community
Living in a unit on a financial subsidy With her 30 year long time bed buddy While he works full time at security And she collects ODSP - Disability Maybe that's none of my business ... But I can't help but think that TCHC and ODSP should revoke her immunity She is in charge of the Christmas hamper The original shipping list she does tamper She doles the food out to those she can pamper Then off they scurry and off they scamper Even the super leaves a happy camper. Maybe that's none of my business ... But I can't help but think that There should be an independent rubber stamper She lied when she filed a report with a cop She claimed to be missing HER laptop After someone had made her door lock go "Pop!" In fact, the stolen comp belonged to her fop Lying is her lifestyle .. She'll never stop. Maybe that's none of my business ... But I can't help but think that With fables as good as her's she could be Aesop She declared personal bankruptcy last year For our community finances I do fear The lack of accountability makes everything unclear After pulling out my hair and shedding many a tear I can't make the account books magically appear Maybe that's none of my business ... But I can't help but think that This situation needs an unapologetic mutineer She only recycles the gossip and lies Her environmental footprint she vehemently denies Throwing out scraps of truth in bags with twist ties Oblivious to the approaching cloud as time flies She may be an old woman but she is far from wise Maybe that's none of my business ... But I can't help but think that Karma is anxiously awaiting her downfall ... her demise by Cheryl Duggan August 17th, 2016  Ew
the bugs the spiders bees, flies, & fleas mosquitos and slugs Ah sunshine glass of wine a golden glow on the patio Ew the mud the water in the basement from puddle to flood Ah colours the flowers in the garden the sky ... a rainbow by Cheryl Duggan April 12th, 2016 I packed my OCD, and a weeks worth of clothes
in another city, outside her door, is where I froze this is where I will be for the next seven days hoping that when she asked for my help it wasn't just a faze the stench overpowering when she opened the front door kitty litter among the clutter in the middle of the floor she complains about the smell of other people's perfume oblivious to the odour coming from her own living room trying to organize her apartment to be fumigated at the end of week one only one room was vacated a complete contradiction are the items she has in store cleaners, containers, and garbage bags galore soaps, shampoos, shower gels and conditioners which she claimed not to have to any of her listeners there was clothing, and bedding and balls of wool crochet projects that had to be cut ... you couldn't pull I seriously began to lose all sense of sanity when she decided to waste time rearranging the vanity she didn't like how I had organized her soap basket wasting 'our' time reshuffling ... I almost blew a gasket it's understandable the level of anxiety she must feel not able to get into her kitchen to cook a decent meal telling me she would make me food if she could reach I called her out on her B.S. & I gave her a speech you've been cleaning your bedroom for over four days you've moved stuff to a new pile, that's where it all stays all of those clothes that you're so intent on keeping even if it interferes with the space where your sleeping the undercover bedbugs were on full nightly patrol the flies seemed to have the aerials under air force control one was determined to take giant chunks out of me the other covered any spare surface your eyes could see at one point she asked me to tackle the kitchen I told her that enabling her was not part of my mission I suggested how she might begin the cleaning process she just treated this situation like it was school recess her landlord had threatened to kick her out on the street unfortunately I think hoarding has my ex BFF beat I don't think she understands the depth of her trouble I have no clue what will break her out of her bubble I did everything to help her that I possibly could definitely way more than what most people would I bought Chinese food for two the final night I was there I knew I was ending this friendship ... so that was only fair it's not easy to watch someone fall off a pedestal or realise that maybe they never belonged up there at all but by far the most confusing thing to me was how can she be acting as someone else's trustee? by Cheryl Duggan March 3, 2016 I hope that the new life form
is a product of your sperm I hope that the baby mama can carry it to term I hope that when it's born it brings tears to your eyes I hope that the baby mama doesn't tolerate your lies I hope that when you leave her it's with an explanation That you don't let the silence act as an exclamation. by Cheryl Duggan February 15th, 2016 He jumped off a bridge in Vancouver BC
Long after he had come to visit with me He lived for a while after that fatal fall All bruised and battered in a hospital. He’d been trying for decades to do himself in His chances of survival were extremely thin I wish I could have been there I wish I could have done more Honestly, what else are big sisters for? Now that he is on the other side He knows that I told the truth He knows that I never lied I wrote her a letter I asked the questions and she never replied At least not to a point where I was satisfied! If she’d left him alone He could have had a life A place to call home A job … a family … a wife … For her there was hell to pay On her judgement day For all those evil deeds And the nasty things she’d say. For him there is peace For my little brother Dave Even as a child he had to be so brave Brave enough to jump off a bridge in Vancouver BC Long after he had come to visit with me. with love, Cheryl Anne Written May 4th, 2013 Posted on the tenth anniversary of his death. The first time he heard about you
he denied it could be true. You couldn't possibly be his baby #2. He thought you were someone else's ... told me that we're through. When you were born he began to realize that what I said wasn't a pack of lies. After a full day of labour ... one final push ... .SURPRISE! Looking at you it was obvious. You had his eyes. He couldn't get between mother and son So at you he decided to take a big run. Right through the front door as if for fun If the courts wouldn't give him two ... maybe the judge would grant him one. Upon filing for support and visitation the court ordered first step was mediation. Your father claimed I was the one with the addiction. The mediator sided with him in her final decision. Meanwhile, late every second Friday night I would pack your bags without turning on a light. Hiding them up in the closet way out of sight So that you wouldn't know he was a no-show and we wouldn't fight. He lost any opportunity in a fit of rage. One profound enough he ended up in a cage. His mom was disappointed that he didn't act his age. She would have testified against him if it got to that stage. My lawyer was prepared to set another date. His lawyer decided that it was already too late. That one final punch had sealed his fate The risk of one of the children getting hurt was far too great. The final decision was in my favour But it wasn't something that I could savour It had a somewhat bitter flavour "Daddy's Little Girl" without her saviour had to be a hell of a lot braver. by Cheryl Duggan January 31rst, 2016 Don't "diss" me
Cuz I'm able To do far more Than you give me credit for (Just a little poem I wrote about ten years ago) Within the covers of this document that promises to provide "frameworks that can help us support those who are homeless [while] work[ing] towards preventing and ultimately ending homelessness" are eight of my poems with accompanying visual art pieces. The following is just one of those paired sets. Aloha Big Kahunacouch surfing as necessity is ‘gnarly’ and ‘extreme’ ‘hang ten’ is difficult ‘hang twenty’ is supreme not being the ‘grubbing’ ‘sponger’ ‘dude’ & ‘dudette’ means the odd ‘mush’ or ‘keg’ taken out of ‘pocket’ no playing with the ‘woody’ or getting the ‘buoy’ ‘naked’ no room to deal with ‘swells’ can’t even fit the ‘snake’ in there is only one ‘priority’ on someone else’s turf get your own ‘360’ ‘board’ your own ‘rad’ place to ‘surf’  There are hidden meanings that will help bring the collection together. First, all the base images were created in black and white. That represents the approach current policies indicate homelessness can be dealt with. Unfortunately, there is no one size fits all application of theory or practice. The second secret is related to the accessories applied to each image. They are either candy or toys. They are an allusion to the fact that homelessness issues are sugar coated &/or treated as child's play.
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