As I watch my sister working, I wondered
When did Good Friday not become a holiday?
There it goes again Canadians trying to be Americans
But why?
Why does everyone want to be an American?
Like they’re top of the heap
I am an American, but I live somewhere else
And don’t feel surperior to anyone
Sometimes, I think Canadians are
Sometimes, I think I am Canadian
But I am just a humble poet
To be recongised
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Just so, here myself I find residing elsewhere… and find Poetry to keep humility and companionship.