Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Here’s what I do know:
I am such a proud Canadian. I’m so grateful that my parents chose this place. But we must fight racism here too.
Trust me, the race card is very rarely part of a winning hand.
It’s not enough to not be a racist in our own lives. We need to commit to being anti-racist and actively condem racism wherever we see it.
Let’s make the dream come true for all of us.