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?
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