A name is a name, who holds it does not matter Thirty and two years and now I am My own name, my own personality .. affixed
There is no one of who I am I am..black and white No in between _ sad and happy Oblique and who I am, what I am
Paint me a Picasso, for who you THINK I am Still you will not know this silent and afraid child, who yearns To kiss life Once To have you once __ just once in her life.
Our fear of death is like our fear that summer will be short, but when we have had our swing of pleasure, our fill of fruit, and our swelter of heat, we say we have had our day. Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)Discuss
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Black n White
A name is a name, who holds it does not matter
Thirty and two years and now I am
My own name, my own personality .. affixed
There is no one of who I am
I am..black and white
No in between _ sad and happy
Oblique and who I am, what I am
Paint me a Picasso,
for who you THINK I am
Still you will not know
this silent and afraid child,
who yearns
To kiss life
Once
To have you once
__ just once in her life.
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