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.