My identity is not dictated on this small plastic card
But found upon the land I call home.
My identity is not housed within these wooded walls
It’s held safe inside my mothers womb.
My identity is not found in the labels on my clothes
But found in the love of my family and pulse of my country.
My identity not to be assumed on these streets I walk
It’s seen on the mountains climbed, oceans swam, and prairies ran.
My identity is not that of a North American
But that of a Canadian
My identity is the love of my country
It’s Canadian
 Yume~Tamashii · Sun May 06, 2007 @ 06:22am · 0 Comments |
