Sheryl, my name, it?s not really mine
It was mother?s
And over time
I?ve had others
My mom?s identity
Her name, her suicide
Is not my legacy
I define myself,
In my personality.
Quirky, silly
Funny logic
Fear of condiments
Jokes obscure, a little immature
Love of words
And that perfect phrase
Abstract art
The world through another?s eyes
Aspirations for knowledge and
A brain full of facts to defeat the lies
Heart to hearts for a compassionate ear.
New emotions and ideas show me the way
I am redefined all the time, everyday.
Not the word given at birth
Used to convey, who I might be, someday.
It was mother?s
And over time
I?ve had others
My mom?s identity
Her name, her suicide
Is not my legacy
I define myself,
In my personality.
Quirky, silly
Funny logic
Fear of condiments
Jokes obscure, a little immature
Love of words
And that perfect phrase
Abstract art
The world through another?s eyes
Aspirations for knowledge and
A brain full of facts to defeat the lies
Heart to hearts for a compassionate ear.
New emotions and ideas show me the way
I am redefined all the time, everyday.
Not the word given at birth
Used to convey, who I might be, someday.
