conquered land

It is difficult to live on someone Else's soil. You see at times it feels like blackness is forever homeless. Are we doomed to be nomads? I crave soil that feels familiar, that loves me. Am worthy to be loved? Or will the stories I have been told about blackness confine me? It can be so confining looking for free territory in conquered lands. As those lands are littered with the landmines of indifference. Even the language of god seems to be filtered through white ink and as it dries on my backdrop the question becomes how could I not love them? How could not covet their privilege? How could whiteness not become the dominant themes that set the tone for what I define as acceptable?