Etobicoke Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Etobicoke

In need of being right
(inserting in my film a good song)
I had to go far, long.

I shared the location with friends
comment was: "Be cautious."
"But I must…" I replied.

I should have and I did;
feel proud.

Oh it was yesterday
a deadly, coldest day of winter;
like willow in the wind; I shivered.

Could not park nearby
had to walk, icy roads I crossed
swallowed my pride; sought K'Naan.

Somalians in beard; the old men, good Muslims;
too busy with righteous, against songs
felt ashamed and advised:
"Talk to youths; ask the young."

Finally ended in plaza
full of shops, youths around,
youngsters, tricksters; and we talked.

Harlem came to my mind
and last year with Rob Ford;
Jane and Finch,
But at Dixon and Kipling.

All are in Toronto
not down-town
not Markham…