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I have always been the clay Always. When my parents moved me from my Italian home To Hamilton, Canada I was the clay I learned English Decorated a new bedroom Made new friends Dressed like I was born here I became Canadian Without a complaint I was the clay When my Canadian boyfriend Fed me Canadian food I ate it When he wanted me to go to the bar With him and his friends I went When he wanted to watch football Which isn’t actually football I watched too When he started listening to country music I learnt all the lyrics I was the clay When my parents had a baby I changed diapers Played ball with her in the yard Was a good babysitter Went to the playground Played peek-a-boo Read children books to her in English I was the clay When my boyfriend wanted to take a break I said okay When he wanted to get back together A month later I said okay When he said we should move to Edmonton I said okay When he asked me to make Canadian food for him I learnt for him When he blamed me for everything I nodded and said sorry When I found him in bed with another girl I became a bird I was not the clay I grew feathers Colourful and long Then I flew And I don’t ever plan on landing
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May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC
I was the clay
I have always been the clay Always. When my parents moved me from my Italian home To Hamilton, Canada I was the clay I learned English Decorated a new bedroom Made new friends Dressed like I was born here I became Canadian Without a complaint I was the clay When my Canadian boyfriend Fed me Canadian food I ate it When he wanted me to go to the bar With him and his friends I went When he wanted to watch football Which isn’t actually football I watched too When he started listening to country music I learnt all the lyrics I was the clay When my parents had a baby I changed diapers Played ball with her in the yard Was a good babysitter Went to the playground Played peek-a-boo Read children books to her in English I was the clay When my boyfriend wanted to take a break I said okay When he wanted to get back together A month later I said okay When he said we should move to Edmonton I said okay When he asked me to make Canadian food for him I learnt for him When he blamed me for everything I nodded and said sorry When I found him in bed with another girl I became a bird I was not the clay I grew feathers Colourful and long Then I flew And I don’t ever plan on landing
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jennab
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC
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