I Hate My Name

I hate my name,

It fills me with regrets,

The part that means nothing,

And the part that belongs to pests.

I hate my name,

Part of my mom,

Part of my dad,

None of the things I’m glad to have.

I hate my name,

Reminding me of where I belong,

Among destroyers and thieves,

Internally, I try to be strong.

I hate my name,

Memories of a broken family,

Resurface each time its called,

Reminding me of each tragedy.

I hate my name,

They think that I’m a whore,

That’s all they’ll ever think of me,

That I’ll shoplift from every store.

I hate my name,

I cringe in disgust,

As I think about it,

I was born from rape and lust.

I was an accident,

That’s what I found out,

That’s when my name,

First came about.