Rejectd as a child
living life on the wild
without any sense of being
longing to belong somewhere
she has a name and a surname
that dont belong to her
she has a shelter but she cannot call it a home
she is a loner but not by choice
but because her situation forced her to be
forced by circumstances to hustle
it is uneasy for her to settle
haunted by a past she barely knows
she is always flowing in a pool of tears
who am i or what am i?
are the constant questions she interrogates herself with
so many unaswered questions
haunting her like a lost ghost
sometimes it feels like a curse
when they break her heart and leave her to be a mess
calling her names and shaming her
mocking her because she has nothing
not knowing that out of nothing comes something
she has no tangible roots of her supposedly alleged culture
she has no background of her tradition
running around with no objectives and goals
not sure if she is living to die or maybe dying to live
living life base on emotions
without any motivation and motion for a new direction
this was supposed to be a poem
a voice to the voiceless
but it ended up being a story
my story because i am that girl with no identity