waves

growing up I didn’t know exactly who I was….

darker skin and eyes…easily misunderstood because…

surface appearances only tell you so much…

superficial and hurtful stereotypes as such…

back then…

I wished I was white…

what made me, me…for so long didn’t feel quite right.

giving up my own value to fit in.

but comparison is never a game you could ever win.

never had anyone who looked like me around…

I blended in a little too well with whoever I found…

Tried to find worth in other people…doing what I could to please.

sacrificing who you are…must be some kind of disease.

I wonder what it would have been like to grow up in a different home…

one where I didn’t always feel on the outside and all alone…

but I’m still thankful for what they gave…

every day is a new current, my cares carried out with the waves…