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Red and Gold

By: FizzyBaguette


I am from the streets of Chinatown, 
Where in a small apartment south of Dundas and west of Spadina,
A Chinese couple is raising their newborn son. 
No, I am not their son. 
I am their daughter, who will be born three years after him
And raised in a bigger house in the suburbs of Toronto. 
Still, I like to imagine that as my place of origin.
Don’t get me wrong, I love where I live.
I walk around seeing faces like mine,
Where we are united by the excessive amounts of bubble tea that runs in our bloodstream
And the bitter herbal soups our parents force us to drink. 
But if I visit Chinatown and look hard enough, 
I can see the traces of our history left behind.
The paved streets where my parents pounded, looking for work.
The lake, which connects to the river, which connects to the ocean
They sailed across with nothing but a dream in their pockets. 
I see the place where the Chinese built a life for themself,
Where racism and the head tax was not enough to make them 
Head on home. It’s the place where
The dragons dance to usher in the new year
And we paint the town red and gold.
And this, this is my home. 

Peer Review

I really enjoyed the way you hooked at the beginning. I find it really interesting how you used food/drink to connect, before moving into the realm of history.

The way you structured this was different in the sense that you made it sort of a puzzle. Each piece of your identity and ancestry connecting into, well, you- which was really neat.

Reviewer Comments

Great piece.