Born in three places at once

I was born in three places

all at once

one my father’s home

one my mother’s arms

one the world that refused

to call me its own

it was a coin toss to determine

to whom did I belong

but the choices were too many

so i decided to just go along

soon the sun set over my childhood

while I was left pretending

to be a person I thought

I was supposed to be

questions abounded

slowly constructing a wall

one that collapsed

and brought the heavens on us all

what good does it do

to look at you and

not know who stares back

in that gnarly gaze

pissed and scared at

being left alone to

weather the violent winds

yet you do nothing

but break apart

into tiny pieces

of glass.