All I want is to belong. To feel equal to others, Yet still be unique. To be confident in being my own person. To have my own soul and light shine through. All I want is to belong.

Right here is where I need to be To feel the earth underneath my feet To take in the skies above When I look around The earth’s simple treasures I am grateful beyond measure

We are not here long We must take in every breath And savour As if it's our last To see clearly And to listen sharply As what is here today Might not be tomorrow.

Right here is where I need to be Next to you In temporary peace While the world swirls Orbiting Regardless I’ll let it be Because I’m right here Where I’m meant to be.

I don’t know you Maybe I do But I hope you feel it

There are some people who bring it out Make it noticeable Give it to you On a shiny silver platter I have people like that

There are some people who try to take it Because they don’t have it They don’t feel it Yet

Don’t let them get to you

It’s so hard to find it on your own Not impossible But hard

It looks different for everyone But you’ll know when you feel it It’s like a warm hug from your best friend Unless you don’t like hugs Then it feels like something else you love

I found it I’m so grateful for the people that helped me The people that deliver it On that shiny silver platter Every day

I try to do it for others I want them to feel it as much as I do Everyone deserves it Everyone needs it

Sometimes you may think you have it But it’s fake Don’t let that discourage you It exists for everyone

I don’t know what’s next Where I’m going Who you are Or how the world works

But I know that I’ll always have it Here In their arms In their heart In the little corner That we decorated with pink ribbons Because that’s where it is

I hope you have a spot A heart to rest in Arms to hold you A shiny silver platter Where it will be delivered to you By the right people At the right time

I hope you feel it

Belonging -A sense of belonging is one of humanity's most basic needs __

How can it be something that is free Can be so hard to achieve?

Is it you? Or who I see you to be-

Not the right clothes, no money or class

Maybe it’s where you come from- Country club living or raised by DSS

Democrat, Republicans or maybe Independent

Regardless, we have the same need To be seen, heard and to be free

We assume, judge or justify Who people are by their appearance Who they are and why-

We have our reasoning Why we will pass them by “You don’t fit in” some say- I don’t have to tell you why.

It feels unfair Not to see you When your standing in my proximity But who is going to correct me?

Some judge by the color of our skin Disability, gender - Belief in God or sometimes, maybe if your slender

At first glance our minds have decided The box you’ll go in No point to fight it

Often the product of generations before us The beliefs we hold Could be from our childhood experiences That we never worked to unfold

First impressions are hard to redact Once our minds have told us This is our version No matter if you show us

The false beliefs that often part us Just allow the devil to control us

Maybe one day we all will see Love can save us as our race ,“humanity”

Belonging, is to accept Over looking Factors we often don’t control

A basic human need Is to be seen For who we are And not who you want me to be

Do you want to belong? If so, which group do you choose? I don’t pick any… I prefer not to.

Is just me my self and I Everyone is important except for me No body ever cared No body ever stayed Is just me myself and I I just wanna get out of here and never come back I don’t like being lonely, just alone But I just feel like a stone Hard in the outside But bland in the inside I wanna die But not at the same time Because is just me myself and I Where I’m my home I’m my own family And I solve my own problems I’m alive for a reason but idk why I just know that it is me myself and I Trying to figure out where to go Or where to start.

I’m always on the outside Stuck looking in I see these happy faces But never can get close Sometimes people on the inside Will join me in the cold Until the day one will take me in And I can say I belong

To be, is what ever you think it means. The first thought you would think Is what makes you, you and me, me. And to that degreee is you just being.

Longing is to want what you don’t have currently It’s being three steps away from the possibility And still too far to grasp it physically or mentally. It’s yearning you may never please.

Belonging then is the longing to be To be presently existing where you desired to be A feeling, a space, a thing you reached Its you finding the connection, the acceptance you’ve always been seeking.

To find somewhere you belong and then have it torn from your grasp is truly tragic.

As a child, I never belonged anywhere.

I was never very popular; I never stuck out.

I kept to myself because no one was interested in knowing me.

I'd make a friend or two, but they'd never last.

Soon enough, they'd leave me for someone else.

I didn't belong, until one day, I did.

I found a place to call home.

I found people who became my family.

For the first time in my life, I belonged somewhere.

I made memories that will never leave my bones.

I laughed a thousand laughs and cried a hundred tears of joy.

I spent as much time as I could in that place, with those people.

I would rather have been there than anywhere else in the world.

Because there, people saw me.

People noticed me.

People cared about me.

Some people even loved me.

I never wanted to leave.

When I was told I had to go, my heart broke.

I wept and wept, but not from joy this time.

How could I leave a place so dear to me?

How could I say goodbye to the place I belonged in?

I suppose that's the way life is.

We come and go, things change, people change.

Nothing stays the same, not the way we want it to.

Everybody grows up sometime.

Belonging means fitting in

Belonging means blending with a crowd

But belonging to me means you don’t win

Belonging means your voice is not at all loud

Belonging means your like all the rest

Belonging means your not special at all

Belonging means that no one’s ever impressed

Belonging means that between you and greatness is a huge wall

I know belonging is a wish many have, but To me belonging in a positive connotation to being unimportant and un unique.

Famous people, the ones who change the world…

Do they belong?

A sense of belonging Fills you with a longing To fit in and not be casted away But the fear will fade

When you realize You can only belong When your true self comes along Where you can stand strong