I've Been Lying

Kinsey Peterson

My own name slips off my tongue again
So long abandoned, so uneasily embraced
The veil now lifted, reborn is the old
The old shell tossed away, my truth now revealed

Though I'd tried hard to suppress it
I feel its letters clawing under my skin
To disguise the taste of her name
Lies that paint my words begin to cower

Now I'm done with playing pretend
Time for the names to match the author
And time to take my own identity back
She can be her and I myself 

For months I'd been someone else, just like a game
Yet here I am, recognizing myself
Greeting the world with my given name
Knowing that while she meant the world, it is my own time.

  • Author: Kinsey Peterson (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 27th, 2023 13:10
  • Comment from author about the poem: Joan was an amazing individual who inspired me to keep writing. without confidence, I used her name to give me the drive that I\\\'ve been writing with. Now- I\\\'m curious to see what Kinsey can do. Thank you Joan, for many incredible years and many beautiful words.
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  • User favorite of this poem: Star hunter.
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  • Neville

    bless the both of ya .. I'm sure Kinsey will keep up the good work that Joan introduced us all to ... Good luck K .. N

    • Kinsey Peterson

      thank you Neville- I'm very happy she let me use her name while building confidence so i could meet you wonderful folks

    • Star hunter

      This is so beautifully written. I really enjoyed it

    • orchidee

      Good write K.

    • Garth Rakumakoe

      We all need someone on whose shoulders we can stand, at times. Grateful you met someone like her and that she gave the inspiration and necessary motivation... You can only fly from here on! - Well written piece.

    • L. B. Mek

      'I feel its letters clawing under my skin'
      like a poetic onion staining my fate
      I pull back my chosen veil and bravely
      reveal that 'Kinsey' anchor
      in a name
      that spine to the 'who' I strive
      to become...
      (we shall wait, support
      and rejoice in each evolution
      of your Poetry's journey
      dear cherished Poet, fly high
      our poetic butterfly)

    • orchidee

      Good write K.

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