She was a throw away child
unclaimed.
For all of her young life
she just wanted to have a name.
She suffered through unseen tears.
Through all the silent years
she longed to be claimed.
She saw many nameless places
and faces of the same name.
Many faces of stone
but all she wanted was
a name of her own.
(2000)
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