A, That’s Me!

URAN, ANIES, URANIES…
She wasn’t born rich.
Only, polished by time—
Adorned by lovely METAMORPHOSIS…

When and where and how she was born, will it matter?
She had lived a constant struggle— a ceaseless battle,
She’s imperfect, she made mistakes
Sometimes ill-mannered, God’s sake!

A, that’s me!
Hate me or love me,
I don’t have to pretend to be—
Somebody not me,
So stop that complimentary!

A, that’s me!
Thank you for loving me,
I wasn't born with so much wealth,
Only, I was born so loved—
Always shines like many stars above.

URANIES—
That’s my name,
And this is my game!