A life’s struggle of understanding the questions “What’s in a name?”
Years of holding on to a name that has never had any value “A name that was not of mine”
Not belonging to me. Never wanting to accept another. Yet never embracing the one I had.
What is in a name which makes me feel incomplete?
I carried a name that did not belong to me. A life’s struggle of trying to understand, to feel a part of something, for someone. To belong.
I have a life that is full yet, I have a heart that is empty.
I have a love that is equal to my anger all because,…
My father did not give me his name, I carried a strangers, and rejected every other, never wanting a lover’s, until,….. I found my own.
I invented my own, the author of my life,
I BELONG TO ME…..
Soy,
Margarita dè Margarita
Magically Orgasmic 