WHO AM I
Since the day I was born
A curse, I think, was pronounced on me
Never to be straight for all eternity

I have never really understood myself,
Always tossed about as though in an ocean
I was that black amid white
No matter my efforts
People always castigated me,
Traded unfair remarks about me,
Hurt me,

I don't understand what I am anymore.
I don't understand the girl of yesterday.
Till now I still ask myself,
"Who am I?"
© Atmas