Forgive me but I’ve been at a loss for words.
I’ve traveled around the world thus far
And I’ve discovered things about myself
That the girl at home would never understand.
I’ve made a name for myself in some places that I want people to forget,
And I’ve been praised of my name in some places I want to go back to.
I currently live in limbo as I swing from one home to the other,
Always recognized in a different color, no matter where I go.
You see, authenticity has been hard for me and I’m sorry to say
That I’ve lied before.
I’m sure I misspoke my name many a-times.
Because I’m still trying to find my place.
The place where I step onto the ground
and where I can say that I’ve made it my home without the birth-rights.
For now my only constant remains on the road and I may have a gypsy soul
But I’m a poet at a loss for words trying to find her way home.