Mon, 04/16/2018 - 22:55 -- ebrooke

i wish i didn’t have a last name;

i don’t belong-



my original last name lost its beauty

from the very first day i was hit,

lost its identity.


i became nameless. 


i couldn’t follow the last name of my father’s replacement;

it didn’t fit and it didn’t belong.

i was left with no choice.


i stayed nameless.


i continued to keep my technical name,

but the aches that hit were too much.

i flinched every time it was in the air.


nameless. nameless. nameless.


i lost my most significant identity;

i mean, who is a person

without a family name to complete them?

This poem is about: 
My family


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