A nomadic child moving town-to-town;
From my first breath til graduation day.
A girl without a house to call her home,
Passing through the doorways of twenty-three.
For nineteen years I was always, "the new"–
The eternal guest every place, "I knew"
Not a space to claim for my very own,
Before I settled, it was time to roam.
A new residence; An old reflection,
And a constant feeling of being cold
With a consistent need for deflection.
Another new school to learn, been enrolled.
Perpetually the, "new kid" in school,
Forever practicing the golden rule.
Everyplace remains exactly the same;
With all the kids asking, "what is your name"?
School lessons were set on the back burner-
Making friends became the priority.
So, I was a mediocre learner-
Became mothers inferiority.
Uncertainty for my expected role,
Has the personality of a droll.
A new friend made, is another friend lost;
Constantly moving comes with a high cost.
Every hello lead to a good-bye,
Childhood of stability is broken down.
A childs normal life thats gone awry,
Has left a woman without a hometown!
No longer wearing a nomadic crown;
Ive learned that no matter where I may stay,
That my very skin is what I call home,
Which has allowed me to be carefree.