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…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem