Who Am I

I am a child of the palace Living like a slave So that these human can relate That fate Never comes in a sliver plate My life is great No spoon, give me a spade I am a winner without a race A stubborn stain you can’t erase I am known without a face Set free without a case When I get lost I’m sketched and never traced Too believe or not to Is a choice So to me, God is a choice That inner voice That refuses to shut up When nobody is listening Life is not a math problem So I never looked for solutions When I smile, it means I’m happy When I cry, it means I’m alive I was born But never raised I am adored But never praised I am a child of that palace Living like a slave So that you can relate That human are born to be loved And things are made to be used But now things are loved And you and I are being used And now we are confused Over what we’ve become Objects of envy hate and blame I am a solder without ammo I am the white keys in your piano I am the fragrance in your flower garden The only blessing from the curse of Eden I was schooled but never taught I was fooled but never caught I was hated but never abated Betrayed but never delayed Discriminated but never serrated, Crowned but never celebrated Mistaken but never regretted I am a nightmare That was never unrevealed I am a gift wrapped up in a small curse A jewel in life’s golden purse A bird with wet wings Waiting for the sun rays So I can fly And dance in the sky I am the mirror The reflection of what I am And not who I am So who am I?