Scary supernatural at night. It’s
Striking the passersby and the not from
Here. Buildings are old and the moldy fruit of
A class war from the grey cold era. This
Dark whispering to the passerby weighs
So much. The nightfall in the valley of
Scarborough feels like urbane survival.
This shroud with dark trees, towering in the
Passerby, holds down the East’s spooky face
This and not the gentrification, not
The systemic injustices, but the
Purple suburbs and the extremes of night.
Zawadi Bunzigiye is a Creative Writing student at OCAD University. She is a (queer, genderfluid) Black person who currently resides on the traditional territories of the Anishinabewaki, the Huron-Wendat, the Mississaugas of the New Credit, and the Haudenosaunee nations. She is a multidisciplinary artist whose work focuses on a world she'd like to see. Her poem is about how, despite systemic racism arguing otherwise, communities predominately inhabited by people of Colour, like Scarborough, are beautiful places to be.
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