Where I lived, unkempt boys grew up as gangs of soiled puddles
stationed according to desperations at every alley.
Only a few slept in parental sacs at night.
I, a naive boy in this stunting life, always knew that
if I were to be inside a sac, things could’ve been better
– An excerpt from A Poem, by Mississauga Youth Poet Laureate Ayomide Bayowa
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