Lost
from the day i was born i have been lost
searching for a home in anyone no matter the cost
wanting that nurture a child yearns for
wanting less loneliness but receiving more
a dark child left by her mother
a dark child given to another
but a young mind is never deterred
until a hateful heart says it must be stirred
and then it all begins
a hate for yourself starts growing within
why must i be dark? why must i be left?
why must i be different from the rest?
from the day i was born i have been lost
searching for a home in anyone no matter the cost
the girl they talk about, the girl they hate
the girl that has known a lifetime of heartbreak
my own people, same struggles.. same land
denied me acceptance and failed to understand
that i am not defined by my dark tone
nor the fact they leave me alone
because you see i may weary astray
but i know their blood and my blood beat the same
i have not learned hate for my own, no matter the past
because you see part of living is loosening your grasp
from the day i was born i have been here
searching for a home in anyone no matter the fear
Copyright © Izzy B Hearty Brave Heart | Year Posted 2016
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