When I was a child, I hated my name.
A common name for many girls in my class.
The running joke in my head
was there was always another girl with my name.
A girl more popular, more outgoing, more friendly.
For a long while I was thinking of changing my name before I got to college
a new persona to help disguise my trama.
A place where no one knows me— over 1000 miles away.
This was my escape for many years,
wishing I had the courage to switch my name to be something more unique.
I soon realized that it would be pain to change my name,
and I would have to bury my old self in the backyard where I grew up.
I have come to accept my common name.
Taking pride in it.
It being cool that many of my family members (myself included),
have the same initials.
I am in a secret club forever,
and I am grateful
I didn't change my name.