It takes a long time to know where you stand you believe you belong you think you fit in then you find your self on the outside looking in because you don't know where you stand whether it be opinionated or situational we all fall in a certain class or category there's no one like anyone else liking the same thing don't make one like another standing on two feet don't mean we step the same don't nothing change except the change no choice but to accept the change I don't stand where my mother stood I can't stand where my father stood one time I thought I could when I was still in the neighborhood believing I knew where I stood no one told me the ground wasn't solid I believed it was concrete underneath me I had no reason to think differently until I started to sink down into a place I could think out loud and not be heard mumbling a word of what I was saying I knew where I stood and my feet have yet to leave the sand