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What Is Your Name?
No, I think you misunderstood. I mean the name on your birth certificate.
The name your parents handpicked themselves
When they sat down with that giant book of names imagining what their future child would be like.
So I ask you again, what is your name?
Oh.
It's so similar though.
What's the point in changing your name if you're going to pick one identical?
At that point just stick with your real name
Instead of making up one
I mean I don't like my name but I never tried changing it
Because my mother gave me that name
My mother, the woman that gave me life, looked at me and said that was my name
My name that now makes me sick whenever I hear it
Like a spider crawling up my throat, I can feel the bile burning in my stomach
Why does she get to pick a name that will follow me through my life?
A brand on my skin that will never cease
Why does she have that choice?
But I don't?
The name your parents handpicked themselves
When they sat down with that giant book of names imagining what their future child would be like.
So I ask you again, what is your name?
Oh.
It's so similar though.
What's the point in changing your name if you're going to pick one identical?
At that point just stick with your real name
Instead of making up one
I mean I don't like my name but I never tried changing it
Because my mother gave me that name
My mother, the woman that gave me life, looked at me and said that was my name
My name that now makes me sick whenever I hear it
Like a spider crawling up my throat, I can feel the bile burning in my stomach
Why does she get to pick a name that will follow me through my life?
A brand on my skin that will never cease
Why does she have that choice?
But I don't?
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