I Never Fit In

When I was a young boy, I struggled to fit in, never knowing where I belonged, really puzzled me back then. Not white enough for the Europeans, not brown enough for the Maori's, I was always getting left out, I thought it was because I was a half breed. I use to get teased a lot, for the clothes and shoes I wore, always some one else's hand me downs, we were pretty poor. Didn't help my Mum was shameless, you could always hear her before she come, all the kids pointing and laughing, "Is that lady really his mum". A lot of people knew who I was, none wanted to befriend me, I was just a Hori in there eye's someone they just kept teasing. So i'd watch all the other kids, run off into there little groups, playing happily, Just sitting there watching and wondering, if one day they would pick me. I was pretty lonely as a child, so I decided I would write, and in the world I surly found, a way to escape my life In this world I was happy. In this lworld I was free, In the world I had many friends, everyone wanted to know me. M.Mahauariki © 2012