Mississauga Land Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Mississauga land

"This land that we are on…"
-said teacher, first session,
- "…belongs to Mississauga."

I felt like red rose bud
-too early in morning
-blossomed, thin petals
-joyously and handsome

"And at last…"
-I said but all in my mind
- "…we give them part of what…"

Looked for words and phrase
-to deserve my landlord
-handicapped, mesmerised
-I could not!

Repeated:
"And at last…", "And at last…"
"And at last…"

Heard in me:
- "Confession to crimes…"
- "Confession to murders…"
- "Confession to mistakes…"

At same time, a flame in me asked:
- "Who is Don? "
-remembered
-Don River
-Don Valley
-Don way
-and the Don Mills
-many more
-Don, Don, Don

They must show ownership
- "Who was he? How? What way?
-by means of cruelty?
-killed owners or sent them to "Reserves"?