North American Blues Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi

Sometimes, I forget I'm not in Canada anymore
Like when I order a double-double
And get a stare from a multiple-pierced girl
Behind counter wondering what I just said
Or when I say to my friends 'Let's get a Timmies'
Instead of a cup of coffee
And when I order doughnut holes and call them 'Timbits'
Boy, I am too Canadian
I wasn't born there, but here
Maybe, if I had a fake American accent
And stop thinking about Tim Horton's
I probably fit in and have more friends
Either I am too Canadian to be American
Or too American to be Canadian
A problem I had since I was a kid
Anyway, both countries are in me
So if you want to be with me
Join me for a Timmies
And help me by trying to understand me