My parents did not name me after
A cluster of stars
My namesake is not that of a Greek myth or a city
Or the place where they fell in love.
They did not give me a unique name
Like Aurora or Aurelia or Dove.
They chose to name me Lauren.
A name that, i have to say, is pretty okay
It could be beautiful on another girl,
But does not suit me.
It is a dress that is the wrong color,
That does not match my eyes or my hair
And i don't want to change
Slather on liquid disguises, hide my face
But i am a girl stuck in a costume
Lauren does not define me - the oasis behind my sand-colored skin
It rolls off my tongue like a boulder
Its pebbles remain in my mind,
Its crumbs get stuck in my teeth
An article of clothing i am forced to keep
My life is a series of mispronunciations
Alterations by southern twang, by slang
By nicknames that are even worse.
My name is a curse, a tattoo
To get it changed would be taboo
And i'd probably forget my new one
So when someome asks me what my name is,
I spit rocks into their ears
Slurred syllables that not even i get correct
A mudslide tearing my surroundings apart.
That is my identity,
But it is not me.
YOU ARE READING
Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
