WHO AM I? (Part 1)

WHO AM I? (Part 1)

Dropped as fruit from its tree, I lay down as others walked by, free, Helpless, hopeless, nowhere to flee, Unsure what the days that came by held, eerie.

Who I was I knew not, Whence I came from, I could not tell, What I shall be, no one told me, What I should do, the cloud seemed unspeaking.

Maybe if I knew my place I’ll have my peace,
Maybe if I had a name I’ll not be shamed,
Maybe if I knew my culture I’ll not be descended upon by the vultures of tradition;
Hitting me so deeply I can’t try to call unto my deep
Maybe if I knew who I was, maybe, just maybe…

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