poem about toronto
The Toronto skyline in eyesight
Dundas square lit with the lime light
Eaton Centre on the corner consuming several blocks
Break-dancers contort body parts on cardboard
To the rhythm of the 80’s pop and lock movement
Make your backbone slide reigns supreme for that genre
As the downtown street meat fills the air
A street car screeches as traffic amounts during the mid day bustle
Suits and ties mixed with baggy jeans and gang signs
Each one with its own hustle
All in these downtown streets
Foreigners stroll thru Nathan Phillips Square
Obsessed by the ominous buildings surrounding them
Blocking out the sunlight only to be exposed by the flashes of their cameras
Poverty is not prevalent but there is a few on the corners
The regent parks, central techs, Jarvis’ Harvey’s across from the court house
don’t stray far from the praised
but its still my city.
Graffiti marks the walls walking thru Gerrard
It remains one of four elements to hip-hop and it envisions our history.
From Maestro Fresh Wes to Michie Mee, Snow, Choclair, Rascalz and Kardi
These were our pioneers so Lest we forget
We are the “dot”, or the “six” or even “t dot o”
We pronounce it without the second T
And Lastman calls us Torontonians.
We are not a melting pot but rather a mixed salad
And multiculturalism is who we are.
Jane Strip to Lake Shore and all in between.