I wondered
Did my name have a red squiggly line under it and not hers?
Was it so hard
To articulate one’s sounds
To not make the first day of school attendance less of a nightmare.
Why do I have to
Laugh it off when someone forgets the bloody history of America
And thinks there is an ‘i’ in-between ‘N’ and ‘g’.
I know they didn’t mean it
But if they really thought it through
Would they still
Try to take my name and make it
One they were used to.
Always there, underneath the very foundation of who I am
Always reminding me that who I am is wrong according to them.
Just one click away from being corrected or deleted
Because they couldn't handle me.

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