How many generations until my brown skin turns white as snow?
My black hair golden, shining in the summer’s sun,
my brown eyes the shade of the Kokanee glacial waters reflecting the sky
my Canadian born accent, the same as my Canadian neighbor
my words English and not Tamlish
How many generations before I am Canadian?
Β© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
AN: My second submission for CBC – There were 4 poem in total that were submitted under the title Identity.
