Do you know who I am?
It’s hard to understand sometimes
When I’m neither from here or there.
I am faced with not knowing enough
Or knowing too little
That it starts to cut me in half.
It started with bits here and there
I knew at one point two tongues
But then one started to disappear slowly
Making me a model of them
But I wasn’t quite there
Then came the next cut.
Seven letters turned to three
I was now more common to them
But still it wasn’t enough.
It’s never enough for them
But then I am frowned upon,
Frowned upon by those who raised me.
They see me as forcing myself as one of them
I no longer understand
My color is fading.
If I continue would I truly be them?
Will I finally be accepted?
No, never.
Just a clone never the true version
It wouldn’t be right
But it’s all I’ve known.
Yet, I should never forget my roots
Those who already molded me
Not cut me.
I can keep the three letters
But I must sew back the other tongue
To truly be who I am.
My color can never truly fad away
I cannot ignore it
It is who I am.
It can be hard figuring out who I am
It’s hard sometimes
But I cannot deny what truly
Makes me who I am.
