A Name

May 4, 2010
Sydney is my name,
But who am I?
They might have called me Lily,
Or maybe even Becky.
But instead they called me Sydney.

Art is what I do,
But who am I?
I wished to be a bird
A hawk to be precise,
So as to fly fierce and swift.
But in place of wings I have my artist’s hands.

Sydney, Squid, Syd,
These are my names.
Drawing, writing, painting,
These are the things I do.

Once more I ask, who am I?
I do not have wings.
I am not called lily.

I am Sydney.
I am an artist.
Undiluted by childhood wishes,
This is who I am,
This is who I shall stay.

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