I am me

You took my home
called it your own
took my land
and claimed it was yours
took my child
and raised it in an unloved home
you took my identity
and left me with nothing
my home became empty
my land barren
my child a stranger
my identity lost
I prayed each day
when the sun rose, I offered her my gifts
and hoped that she would respond
understood what I asked
for a home to call home
a land to live off
a child that would never replace the one you took
but one to fill that space in my heart
an identity to tell me
who I was
and a life I could live
freely