G.B.C. By Michael Grandsoult 2 22, born and raised in Scarborough Ontario. Dual/duel, 2 nationalities I bear and hold carried over the border by my parents through customs cultural baggage of a Guyanese substance, bubbling in my body tropical hot blood like casareep in pepper pot. Declared not native to this nation foreign fruit that doesn’t take root, “climatic unsuitability.” Snowbound by cold racism, withholding growth. Soils used to maple, palm trees be gone please rejecting me to go back home. But home is unknown. Only folklore fork loads of food musical milieu, cultures much more. My exotics whitewashed, … Continue reading Poetry by Michael Grandsoult