The World In My Words

My Name Tells My Story

My name tells my story,

like a tree’s rings tell its age,

or like a passport tells where it’s been,

or like a label on a case of apples tells where it came from.

But my story is different.

It tells who I am.

It tells who I was.

It tells who I might be come.

It tells my story,

international and cultural,

it explains who I am,

my name is pretty and bold,

it gives away my personality,

it acts like something it’s not,

it gives away my look,

it blends in with what’s around it.

I am unique just like my name.

I am weak with a strong heart,

just like my name.

My name means grace and favor,

I am graceful when I float on the dance floor,

I show favor when I show appreciation for the things I love.

My name is neon,

loud and bold,

it stands out in a crowd.

My name is like an ocean wave,

it is strong and powerful,

my name is like a full turn,

reversible and changeable,

but just as beautiful.

My name is like me,

an outsider,

from a world beyond.

My name tells my story,

like the story teller told the odyssey,

or like a journal,

that will soon be full of mistakes and corrections,

my name was a choice edited and improved.

My name is unique,

but has a story like mine.

It’s from all over,

but not too sweet or sour.

My name is unique,

and has a strong untold history.

Some day it will be someone else’s,

and we will share a unique story.