I am published.....kind of.

I am not sure how I feel about this, rather torn would be an accurate description. I wrote some poetry for someone, and allowed them to turn it in for a class assignment. It is now being published, with that person's name on it. Granted I allowed for them to take this on, by doing the assignment for them, so I should not feel like I have any attachments to it. I think I should just be happy because I know who really wrote them. I am content in doing that. But there's a wee little voice yelling in the back of my mind "But they are yours!! You wrote them!" I can not do anything about it though because the consequences are far greater than my need to be known. I am honestly happy enough to know that what I wrote was good enough for recognition, and a poet I am not.