I always asked myself,
why is it that these earthlings
look at me with that face?
No I am not an octopus, although my abuela was.
I am not a bear, although I still hug one every night…
I smell like lavender, yet I was not born from a garden,
or even somewhere more ridiculous like a cabbage patch.
I was always what I was supposed to be.
Yet my one missing piece,
just like the missing piece,
was my name.
Yet what’s in a name?
That which I call myself by any other name would still smell oh so sweet!
And yet a name is everything! And nothing at all…
So if you find yourself inspired,
or in need of a ear,
or just looking at me wondering “Que es eso!?”
…Ask yourself the same,
cause dear earthling,
I can tell that we are gonna be friends.
If you’d like to take me home you will find me here!
