No history
No reason why
It just is.
My name is Ivory
I used to love my name
I loved the way it sounded
When I told people who I was
I vor y
Chalky
Pale
Colorless.
Ivory
The fairest shade of cream,
Dainty and elegant
Still,
Bold and strong
Everything I thought I was,
But my name is only a shell
Vacant and desolate
The air around me has more substance than my empty name
Maybe the seasons changed
And with them, I changed too
The air grew colder
I grew up.
Funny how I grew to hate the sound of my name
You'd expect it to roll off your tongue
Like honey
Instead it comes out sounding cracked and hollow, like me
