Anne

Poor little Anne, never was she called by name
Poor little Anne, never was she sure who she is
Anne, you are just like us
But you know that you never know
So you are happy

Anne,
I envied you Anne, what’s in a name?
I envied you Anne, who are we?
Anne, you are not like us
Because you know what you always knew
So you are happy

Anne

Midori Nishioka

Joined August 2008

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Artist's Description

This poem is totally fiction – I don’t know anyone called Anne who’s like this.
Any way I like the way it contradicts but makes sense.

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