Name by Sherry Jo Skalandis

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.