I am clay.
I have already been put in a kiln and fired.
I am no longer soft.
you cannot mold me into something I'm not,
But you can take me and paint me.
Put me on display.
Show me off.
dress me up and fill me with love,
but whatever you do
don't drop me,
because
I am clay.
I will break
and if I break,
Pieces will be missing
Some will be cracked
some might be rough around the edges and
The paint might chip away.
I am clay