Shanity Rain Poet Blank verse

American Irish Scapegoat

I keep wanting and desire all the same
        My own blood to allow me to belong
        I did not ask , it was God whom placed me here
        No matter what I do you refuse to let me near
        I search within to try and give reason 
        at the end of all there is nothing left but treason
        I am one of you,  one of our tribe 
        Grand parents and Parents now gone you don't need a reason
        You have aborted my very existence 
        Yet call me to remind , I do believe you have enjoyed casting me aside.
        I am here , I exist , Murray a strong name , my birth you can not claim

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Liam Mcdaid October 21, 2013 at 6:46 PM oh you have the blood of the celts beautifully penned Shanity Rain October 22, 2013 at 12:23 AM Thank-you my sweet Irish lad & Poet ;)

Emmie Ay October 20, 2013 at 4:39 PM Very interesting! Enjoyed reading this, you hold nothing back, this is raw emotion. Shanity Rain October 20, 2013 at 5:31 PM Thank-you my Friend , you have a honest beautiful soul .

Monterey Sirak October 20, 2013 at 7:27 AM A powerful poem. Oh if people could only understand God made us all the way he wanted. To deny someone based on race, nationality, whatever, is to say that God is wrong, and that cannot be. Shanity Rain October 20, 2013 at 5:33 PM Yes ! You have the insight, you see . Beautiful comment and friend , poetess ~