My Name.

It is in my nature to judge
Call it a fatal flaw.
I hope this find you well,
Sincerely, with all my love,
But my hope is flat
Beaten down by
Words, peanut butter, and lambs.

Tell me, how do you pronounce
My name, my identity, and my heritage.
In pretty English words?
Dainty and rough.

I change my my voice
When you near
Because my skin does not belong,
In the clear pearly play
That you orchestrate.

So let me scream.
I shall scream.
Through blood shame and humiliation.
I cannot and will not
Stop screaming
My name.

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