Poetry

The Toronto Woman

7 September 2019

Train wind blows her curls,
They sweep across her face
She’s clothed in confidence
Her strides carried with grace

Courageous in the discomfort
Of matters nasty and shocking
She’ll speak her truth
As if no one, and everyone, is watching

She finds her people
They laugh with delight
In a cracked concrete building
that’s taught them to fight

History has warned her
There’s no sense fitting in
“You’ll always be different”
That’s not her race to win

Don’t tell the Toronto woman
To fit in your box
That door may never open
No matter how hard she knocks

You cant stop her movement
Though many have tried
You call her crazy
It’s not your story
To hide

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