Am I Home?

By: Florence Mwanza

Is this really where I'm supposed to be?

Is this really the home that's meant for me?

Is this the truth I've been born to see?

Or is this the future unhidden from me?

Why do i hate this land of past

As I ponder away on an island vast?

Why do i wish, and hope for things to change

When clearly, things won't go my pace

When clearly I've been left to waste

When clearly im alone in space

When clearly im alone out here

And people are my biggest fear

When i stand as the black,black sheep

And only my pride i can keep

Is this the home meant for me?

Is this where I'm supposed to be?

              love,
                      flora