If forced to choose between Cassandra or the real me
To choose between the writer or the self-labeled outcast
Which would I choose?
Were I forced to drop one identity and keep the other
To be a woman of literacy or a woman of real life
Would I not choose Cassandra?
Which is my identity?
Which one would I rather be?
Cassandra is well-established; my true being is insecure.
I would rather be Cassandra.