Decolonize - What do our ancestors say?

I have an illness.  I write then lose what I have written.  I cannot remember which PC I was writing on, nor whether I wrote longhand, in a booklet, on bond or in the back of a serviette. I know it was written.  It rests in my mind.  Where is it?  Where is it?  Then, as I look for it, I discover writing that I have no recollection creating.  I know it is mine.  It is in my handwriting.  Here is an example of the latter:

In response to a FB post by a friend who said, and this is a quote: "We cannot correct all of the transgressions of our ancestors/relatives"  (Or, maybe it is paraphrased) and in my preamble to the holographic poem I followed-up on her post with with Response: "True".

This poem is dated November 5, 2012, in the midst of, or advent of #INM and reflects on my motivations for posts in the FB group #HTT going back to June 2008.  My poetry about colonization began in 2003. I had a slow awakening before that and have been on stream of learning.

I do not remember writing this.

(click on the poem for a close-up)

The 2nd last option - before nail biting.

The Dangerous Pen

Here is a test.  Try it.
Oh no!  No clock!  No device!
This would never happen twice
But here I sit
In a tyre shop
No book to read.  No magazine
My purse is tidy now
I know the greeting by the shop phone crew
So what?  Just ponder.
It's just a slow leak so no big deal.
Oh know!  A pen!

She ripped apart the envelope so the white side became her canvas
Then relaxing, diverting, out
Out, the thoughts spilled from the smooth ball-point
Free - from the community store
And then she thanked the cosmos
Her thoughts more random, less connected every day
But still beautiful and fun.
To laugh at one's own foibles is a joyous passing
What folly to believe in the importance of it all
So poems so deep can silly be
These ones of lark are right for me
  nem - Oct 13 in Integra Tire

Whew!  That is a relief.  What does everyone else do while sitting and waiting.  Maybe I should start carrying my knitting (though I shit at knit - tried and failed) to keep me from this perilous habit of writing poems about poems.  Check out my metapoetry series at www.mouthethepoem.blogspot.ca from back in 2010.  I have many others.  It is a neutral habit.  Neither good nor bad.

Hah!