This is me

As i look to the sky shinning a deep red
i remember the words my mother said
"never forget who you are and never lose heart"
even though i aim for it, it still remains hard.

my mother was Lebanese but lived her life in new Zealand
my father is English but lived his life in Australia.
both devout Christians, worshiping daily
believing in the bible and divinity.
many mixed views and morals imposed upon my life
trying to live up to what they believe, and desiring to live right.

peers and society often oppose my views
so I'm often forced into a battle
not knowing which to chose.
i feel torn apart, my mind feels confused
sometimes i ask myself whats the use?

whats my ambition in life and what do i believe?
is god real? Do i really care?
do the dead live on?
if they do can they still hear?
is my mind lost or simply misplaced?
are we all the same despite our race?
i behold a blurry vision
i see my mothers face.

i quickly realize within my heart that;
just as nature changes its natural to feel this way,
physically and emotionally we all develop.
we all see things with different eyes
and hear with different ears.
you cannot even explain who you are
because we are all so complicated
where would you start?
the important thing is that you know yourself
being comfortable with you and being real to yourself.

in life we are as branches on a tree,
some are small, and some are mighty.
we all come in different shapes and sizes
just as life comes as loads of little surprises.
we are all rooted from the same tree
we all have our own identity,
and this is me,
this is Jodie.