Why Does It Matter. Poem by maria goodison

Why does it matter, what blood I have in me
who cares about my family tree.
Your question blinds you, make you unwilling of
knowing the truth.
Why does it bother you the way I cook the meals or
tend the beds.
You keep asking for my name yet everyone know me by
my nick name.
So you want to understand more find the root of all the gossip
but your not willing to listen with your own ears.
You want to be loved but confess that you can not love back, your faith
is like a child skipping from one God to the next.
What does it matter where I came from, who cares how I found
I was free.