Outcast

I was born into this land, to make my mark on this world, A child of a multi racial society, Identity a mystery, equality a necessary embrace, A society built by ancestors from all walks, Not a single voice dominates, Promises of equal representation, Often met with disappointment, My childhood was one of conflict, Battling wolves in sheep's clothing, Struggling to find meaning, The search for true purpose, overwhelming Outcast by many for reasons unknown, Night spent in endless agony, questioning God's wisdom, Do i belong in a society so unaccepting, Not only by others but my own as well, Their hatred misguided, but directed with force so unrelenting, My saving grace, an opportunity to seek another home One which would be more accepting, I ponder then, what needs to be done, Do i yield and seek mercy, To those who remain blind and seek my fall, Or do i desire to bear wings , and soar above such blinding misery, My comfort in realizing, For all those who hate without purpose, That the path they travel, Lonely,decaying and full of gravel, In this season of freedom, I have nothing to fear anymore...