Resting your head on the bus window, despite the vibrations causing mild concussion
is a city of immigrants.
West Indian and Somali immigrants.
Living in the hood,
Today I heard a west indian boy on the bus say “Wallahi?!”
My ears spiked and my heart began to race,
because the Somali boy beside him then said,
“Mi nah lie Bregrin”
And they both burst out laughing.
I have no idea what they were talking about,
but all I could think of,
was despite colonization,
we have this.
How resourceful we are.
Stories from Toronto (KeyWrites)