What am I, to you?

Because my identitiy is what you make it.
Because I am the clay and you are the potter.
Because one day at a time, your burning away the old me
Because I'm loseing myself in your breathless expectations.
Because my body can't satitsfy you.
Because I still stand up for myself, once in awhile.
Becasue I havnt been fully beaten down into the cold earth
Because I'm not worth the flake of hairspray that falls from your head.


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