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