I don’t know where I’m from
I can’t even begin to fathom
What family I use to belong
All of that has been long gone
Lost at sea
Don’t know the roots to my name
Another man’s I had to claim
If I went back, I’d be unrecognizable
So I stay here where it’s comfortable
Lost at sea
Yet I always feel out of place
My real self I will never trace
I just hold onto pieces from her
While here I remain a stranger
Lost at sea
Floating aimlessly, not knowing
To return or just to keep going
I was stripped and whipped from me
So I guess I will always be lost at sea.
September 26th, 2009 at 2:00 PM and tagged Effects of Slavery, Poetry | Comments Off on Lost At Sea | Permalink