Brianne Morris
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Safety
The world is not a safe place. It was the one thing I learned when I lived in Winnipeg for a short period of time. Of course I used to travel to the city, even stayed in hotels around Portage area, and bravely walked the streets in the daylight. But when you actually live there, it has a way of showing its scars underneath the shiny, colorful makeup after a while. There are men leering at you on the bus like dogs hungry for meat. There are even women who sneer or glare down at your body moving through the aisles of Shopper's Drug Mart. Then there are the police who slow down as you try to make it to your room after a long day at school. It isn’t a month until you start to observe your surroundings like a hawk, keep your hair in a tight bun so that no one would use it as a weapon against you, and you buy a switchblade knife for twenty dollars, tucked nicely in your boots. You’re good as golden to roam the streets as safe as anybody can be. Even for a native girl.
By Brianne Morris6 years ago in Criminal