New poem: "The Voting Booth"

 The Voting Booth

 

I stood in the voting booth,

still not knowing who to vote

for, a dreadful feeling of doubt

that shook me to the core; but

I had to mark my X in one box,

and I stopped thinking and asked

my heart, “Who’s the best man

for the job?” And for the first

time in my voting life, I chose

the man and not the party, and

when the CBC declared my party

the winner, I felt no regret voting

for the man my heart deemed most

worthy to lead this great country

of indigenous people and

immigrants like me.