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.