A name is a name, who holds it does not matter
There is no one of who I am
Paint me a Picasso,
Fifty and six years and now I am
My own name, my own personality .. affixed
I am..black and white
No in between _ sad and happy
Oblique and who I am, what I am
for who you THINK I am
Still you will not know
this silent and afraid child,
who yearns
To kiss life
Once
__ just once in her life.