April 1, 2011 9 Comments
I know my name
in a world of hierarchy.
I know my place,
passed down through the generations,
down to me, me of little faith,
struggling against the tides of nights
I never sleep, however I lie.
I need to describe it,
articulate all that dumbfounds me
with poetry and words.
What name defines me?
Woman, lover, poet.
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” ~ Romeo and Juliet