Where I Belong: My Own Home Poem by TracyLee Eckstein

All this discriminating,
Got me contemplating,
Where I belong?
Its got me 'singing the same old song'.

All the contradicting
Has got me pondering
On the human race
That lurks apon this earth's face.

The dictating,
Got me wondering,
Beseeching,
For a home,
Of my own,
Got me wanting to burst,
Increasing me hunger, increasing my thirst,
To search,
For mountains I was supposed to climb,
and not that all along were not my own, that made me mime.

With all this unfolding,
I'm finding myself mizzling,
Because the discrimination,
Is what caused the contemplation,
Of all the contradiction,
From all the dictating,
Which caused me to start beseeching,
For a place where I belong,
My own home.