“as I walk down”
Nada
I feel mayonnaise and egg, the mask that I use for my hair. I taste my alarm everyday, even on weekends like someone is knocking on my head. As I skate down Dixon Rd. I see bona every Monday, Thursday and Sundays. I hear speaking with family and friends about struggles in life. I smell people getting annoyed when me and Remaz talk too loud, but we actually don’t care.
Nabila
I smell my mirror everyday in front of me as I awaken making a bright start to my day. As I skateboard down Mabelle ave I see Doolsho the batter rising to the top of the pan. I hear my book reaching out to me to jump into my bed and keep it company. I taste my native tongue rolling off my lips so I'm connected with my parents on a deeper level. I feel oonsi on my skin the scented smoke filling up my lungs making me feel safe.
Debbie
As I travel on wheel trans on Weston Road. I see butter chicken with rice with mild spices. I hear a frozen blanket wrapped around me. I feel like smelly crayons with different flavors like grape-cherry. I smell wheel trans with different friends and a kind bus driver. I taste the playing of music and people saying “hi” with dogs barking.
Remaz
As I fly on Mabelle Avenue. I see the taste of milk tea where is the warm feeling coming from. I hear the sound of the blanket that made me feel so comfortable in it. I feel the smell of my mom's perfume. I taste the sweetness of people welcoming me and making me feel comfortable. I smell my family and I feel loved.
Nura
I smell my white little screen that plays music. As I ride on a helicopter on Dixon I see my mom's pastry. I taste the talking and the gossiping of the people. I hear what I feel most of the time which is being belonged. I feel the smell of the coffee being roasted.
Amal
As I march on Mabelle Avenue. I hear planning for the next day. I see sweet cookies, lemon stuffed. I taste blue jays and sparrows chirping. I feel like water and tea. I smell clouds in the sky with my blanket.
