Just because I changed my name
Need not make me less the same
Yet differently known by name
Is naught but of social fame
For I am still my parent’s daughter
Still nobody’s lamb to the slaughter
Still mother to my son’s naughtier
Made by their father’s dangerous games
Is nobody likely to blame
My sons naught ill defined in name
For the bind of mine takes the cake
And in Heaven will Djinn have been awake
