Our love in Canada is:
We’re in! We look different,
and actually, we are different!
A mestiza and a white man,
a Mexican and a Canadian.
I have no interest in finding out where exactly my great-grandfather from Spain comes from. But I know you can tell me everything about your family’s background. I don’t get why Canadians care about this, and I know you family doesn’t get why I have no interest in finding out my Aztec roots.
Yes, this is accurate too.
Even if we live in the warmest place in the country
you cannot compare
49.2827° N, 123.1207° W with
19.03 N, 098.12° W
(yes, that’s how much I love you!)
Maple syrup flavoured
I chose this flavour because I think it may be the only decent and respectful flavour this country has. I know this sound harsh, but you need to realize where I come from…avocados, fruits, spices, properly cooked meals! We don’t boil vegetables and serve them as side dish. But I like maple syrup, I like it when you make me waffles and I can use this delicious Canadian treat on Sunday mornings
Hockey Inspired, with a splash of soccer
Although it’s not really soccer on ice as I originally thought,
I’ve come to like hockey and stored in my mind lots of hockey facts.
I know you love me so much that you try to like soccer, to understand corner kicks and off-sides, to figure how the Champions works.
…not really, our love is mono-linguistic.
I only love you in English, and I know
you can only love me back in English as well.
But I couldn’t leave out this important misleading fact
about all Canadians being bilingual (English and French I must specify)
So here we are: multicultural and cold, sweetened by maple syrup and entertained by hockey. Loving each other with English words. But I’m the happiest person when I’m with you. Because I love you in Canada, and my love comes from a happy joyful Aztec- Mexican heart (what a great title for another poem!)