The Gaza Strip Is the Length of My Morning Walk

In this episode, Kate shares a haunting spoken word poem titled The Gaza Strip Is the Length of My Morning Walk, reflecting on the dissonance between curated Canadian comfort and the devastation in Gaza.Walking through Yorkville’s lilacs, luxury bakeries, and quiet parks, the poet draws a devastating parallel between three kilometers of peace and the same stretch of land where children dig through rubble with their hands.This piece explores themes of privilege, grief, complicity, and the cost of safety in a world where others are starving, silenced, and bombed. It’s a poem about bearing witness, about how air quality warnings and almond butter aisles can feel like betrayal.