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_______________Pinar.

That's what my name is

my given name,

that is

 

it means Natural Spring

(of water)

but,

it does not mean it's me

 

How can a name,

given to you

                    by those

who never truly saw you,

belong to you?

 

It belongs to them.

 

as does Pinar,

                  the girl that's molded to their liking

                  the safe girl, the one who is never a risk

                  the girl who receives love, when she plays by the rules

                  the girl who serves as a mirror, of their own merits

                  the girl whose duty overrides her every desire

                  the girl whose soul screams, but no one is there to hear it

                  the girl that exists, only around them

 

MY name, good sir,

is

Penny

 

It is a name given to me by a six-year old girl

it felt true, to be seen by the eyes of a child

to be graced, by that purity

with a name to call my own

 

                                   Penny.

 

A name given, innocently

and so I claim my true name be

Not what was given to me,

but was seen,

of me

 

--PY

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pennyyilmaz
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Published
Feb 11, 2017
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