YETTA

  

You are a prism

Taking the white ray of life

And bending it through your mind

Until it comes bursting out

In all the rainbow colors

Of your soul

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This poem I also wrote in high school. It's about my best friend in my senior year -- Janice Howard. She was thinking of changing her name to Yetta, which was her grandmother's name.

Janice and myself, singing at a talent show in high school. We were singing The Great Mandella (by Peter, Paul, and Mary). This grainy picture was scanned from our high school yearbook.