I hate my name
I hate how it sounds and tastes
Maybe it’s because I wear tight clothes to compress my chest
Or because it reminds me of purple glitter
Perhaps my hatred boils from the knowledge of who chose it
Carelessly named after a film, a character
Expectations already in place
Or perhaps I despise labels
One word could not possibly encompass someone\'s entire being
And I’m spoiled
No word that falls from tongue and teeth
Could feel right to be called to.
So, furthermore I will dread
The pit in my stomach when introducing myself
And though I claim
Much love for myself
I can’t bear to speak my name
Or explain
this shame