Empty(For My People) Poem by Toynia Edmond

Who am I?
Who are we?
Do I belong to you?
Do you belong to me?

They say we belong to each other,
but who are we?
We are all just so lost
using ignorance as an excuse for being this way.

Everyone has a heritage to belong... proud of.
Everyone has a people to belong to.
Why not I?
Why not us?

Constantly trying to create our own culture,
but not feeling fulfilled.
Feeling something is missing and I must be content
with the fact that we as a people will be eternally lost