Who am I?

Who am I?

Am I the tip of a thorn or a dove soaring in the sky finding a home, a home that can be hard to find... where I'll never fit in. Where I see families big and small yet get told that I'm not good enough. 

Who am I?

Am I a raisin in the sun or am I from the time of butterflies? Who Am I? Who ever I am I'll never fall into a catagory. Am I different, unique, artistic? Till my last breath I will always be unknown.