My Name

My name is my past, my history, my culture
My name is proud and strong
My name carries weight and tradition

My name is a long pause before a teacher reads the attendance sheet
It is the squiggly red line in a word doc
It is being mispronounced for semesters at a time
My name is ashamed to correct itself

My name is being spelled aloud for orders at restaurants or coffee places
It has contemplated changing itself because it’s “too hard to say”
My name is being corrected by others who say it wrong

But my name is not hard, it is uncommon
And it leaps with joy
As it hears a girl who shares the name be excited and proud to hear it
My name may be different
But my name is me

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