Immigrant life does not always arrive through dramatic moments. Sometimes it arrives through an Uber ride, a Tim Hortons order, a grocery trip to T&T, or the quiet act of checking if your wife is still beside you before sleeping.
There was a season when P-Pop filled almost every space in my day. Then life arrived with new worries, new responsibilities, and the quiet realization that survival sometimes asks us to pause the music we love.
They say you can’t compare apples and oranges. One’s simple. One’s messy. One’s for planners, the other for feelers. But what if you like both? What if your taste doesn’t have to mean anything deeper than that? This poem unpacks the quiet pressure behind everyday choices—and why it’s okay to change your mind.
I missed the bus. Then the next. I could’ve waited again, but I walked. A soft but steady free verse on movement, pain, and choosing your own pace—rooted in a real Thursday afternoon.
