LIFE IN POETRY

My Name [[ 6th Grade Writing Piece ]]

My Name

    When my name is spoken it’s like I’m an undercover spy going undercover with a new name. It’s like these people only see me as Anna, and then think they know me. That’s the thing about humans, we judge. We hear rumors, and we believe them. We take one side of a story from the beginning, and in the end we’re all made of judgmental cells. We fall for judging people by their name, like we look at the dogs in the pound cages, and think they’re savage.. but aren’t we too? Some people are proud, or ashamed of their names. For me it’s both, Anna shames me for making me seem like the crowd, while Anna Dell makes me proud for being named after such a strong woman. Anna was chosen because my dads mom was offended by the fact that my middle name was coming from my moms side and my parents just chose Anna like a pin from a pincushion, the silver needles pushed into the fabric, their colored tops are the only way you tell them apart. Maybe that’s why I hate the title given to me, because it was just picked off a shelf and thrown in the shopping cart. Or possibly because it has nothing to with my Welsh heritage, named after a full Welsh women with my gypsy pride in the blood. My Dell shows my Welsh pride, while my Anna? It shows none of my Welsh, or who I am. You hear people tell others all the time, “ Oh you have such a beautiful name! “ But anyone and everyone named Anna, knows they aren’t saying it to them. Our name has been pulled from Hannah, and other’s pull Annie, Ann, Ana, and much more from our name. We’re all picked apart..Anna’s just the last bone left on the plate, picked apart and chewed up.In old folk tales they say you are nothing without your name, like a blank book with no title. I find this incorrect, because you choose your books text and normally you wait until the end to title the story. What makes a human different from a book? Nothing. Dell means “ noble kind “, while Anna, has no meaning. It was just taken from the name “ Hannah “ without a meaning or purpose. Just like I’m some girl pulled from society, picked off of the ground like a bubble gum wrapper flying aimlessly in the air, until a worker forced to service hours throws me in the trash. My name, Anna, is like a flower rained on fiercely, losing it’s petals.

For now I’m just Anna.. to you.