Call me Niko

Don’t speak to me in plural
Just call me Niko,
like a simply and humbly
As you did then in the village.
They are not the titles
That they keep me going
Not my decorations ,
Not windows in the feasts
That  always look at us.
Don’t look at me with admiration
I am not the one that they say,
Show me comprehension
And I will never forget.
Don’t speak to me in plural
Because I am only one,
Don’t make people believe
Its me and another one.
It is not my history
Its not my achievements,
But they are my concerns
And my problems.
I am also a person,
With virtues and passions,
Don’t make me ask:
Did I was borne  here?
Talk to me in a Singular
And call me Niko
This way I feel that I was born
On this ground... like you.