Bus Ride

Sitting at the back of the bus heading to school

Maybe I'll learn something new, something useful

Or unlearn something old, something harmful

Like why I feel like an alien in my own fucking city

Like how Canadians erased an entire history

Like how Black people ‘been in this country for hundreds of years

But you act like we all just got here

How like half of Canada's founding fathers owned slaves; but you try to tell me that racism doesn't exist today?

Bitch, that shit just happened yesterday

Doesn't take a genius to guess how the effects still manifest

That's why there's still an empty seat next to my brother on this bus

All these people standing, but failing to take a stand

Driving past Peter Street, named for Peter Russell, but not for Peggy Pompadour, his Canadian slave

How does that sound in your closed mouth?

How does it taste?

You're not being polite by keeping quiet, eh

Your complacency commits your name as culprit

So I challenge you to attend your own school

Pick up a book and learn something new, something useful

Or unlearn something old, something harmful