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My name

Hey yo!!!!!! Fatso…..boof…..shortie…..nerd

Call me by my name

Call me by the name I call myself

I don’t need you dictating

who I am and who I'm not

What’s with all the labels?

Is my name not enough?

That I need a ton of others

to make me myself

That you choose to put in me

a word to term my value


Can’t you just call me by my name?

Nothing simpler than this

I prefer my own identity

To the one you choose to force upon me

I refuse;

to become what you speak of me to be

to accept the “terms” you’ve set aside for me

So call me by my name


Long bones…..sissy…..tomboy….Alshabaab

I can feel their eyes on me,

weighing me up

Quietly matching me

to their assortments of this and that

Placing my dark complexion

on a colour chart of worth

Then putting me in a tight-marked jar

Once their judgment is complete

Specimen 461-nyapoli of the north,


shortido, nyashless, blackness,

Mr. Sunshine yellow

Bwat ……mama wattle……aunty sexy……mama nyash

Shall I feel obliged at the sound of these “terms”?

The closest form of compliments

that escape from your tongues

NO THANKS;

My name is enough

I refuse to hinge my joys

on the approval from your mouth

I think it would be toxic

to validate my achievements on your words

On the terms you etch upon my face

Like it’s so hard to call me by my name

-Aol Abigail Lee



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