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…
