When my parents were deciding on baby names for me
The landed on Ivy
I have always liked the name but
my grandma challenged my parents
Because she was convinced I would get called
She judged the middle school girls
Because middle school girls are spiteful
Like Venus Flytraps patiently waiting to strike their next victim
Using the name calling as digestive juices to consume you alive
But I always thought Poison Ivy was a bad ass nickname.
It felt strong to me as a child
Trying to cling to some form of power
Because no one messes with a girl called Poison Ivy.
And over come the racing thoughts telling me I wasn’t good enough.
That I am worth more than the doormat I became
because my name is not Ivy.
I was not given that privilege.
Instead of being gifted with a rare name
I was gifted with determination.