Uncommon Name Blues


Yasmin, Yadira, Yolanda.
Names engraved on golden
keychain souvenirs, lifelessly
anticipating for an owner to claim them.
I have nothing to claim,
to find my name is to
forever seek and never attain.
Yaditza,Yadisca, Yadisa.
Letters clattering and
being yoked
together into places they do not belong,
like a yellow
cap on a green marker,
creating distortions of my identity.
I yearn
to hear
the string of letters of my name
not yelled,
but played in tune
yielding
the exotic sounds they were designed to enunciate,
so that I can say yes,
that is how you say
Yadicza.

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