I know my names,

I know each and every one.

I wear them each without shame,

I clothe myself in the light of their sun.


I am stressed,

I try too hard to impress.

I am an array of emotions,

more diverse than fish in the oceans.


Yet for all the flaws within my being,

Others are more perfect, more freeing.

My name is capable, it is creative,

Is patient, is protective,

intelligent, intuitive


Each name is part of my nature,

A nature which mixes and blends

The dirt with something greater.

Something perfect in the end.


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