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.