Content warning: references to colonisation

I didn’t wanna be mad today
I didn’t wanna be mad today
I didn’t want to be mad today
I didn’t wanna look at that smooth metal bar
I didn’t wanna look at those white orderly bricks
I wanted to be home today
I wanted

I am from those people and their cotton
I am from the shower drain
I am from a lost ribbon
I am from dirty
I am from the river
I am from the square fire
I am from yelling, barking, laughing
I am from european birch outside my window
I am from stiff wool skirt
I am from advance australia fair
I am from using the proper cutlery
I am from no touching
I am from growling stomach

I didn’t wanna see barbeque today
I didn’t wanna see sticky fingers
I didn’t wanna see angel cake
I wanted to stay home today
I wanna be home today
I didn’t want the river to be cold
I didn’t want the water to be stagnant
I didn’t want to see the big red rock
I didn’t want to see them climb on it

I didn’t wanna be mad today
I didn’t wanna be mad today
I didn’t want to be mad today