Pressed Lavender Flowers and Dreams: a Poem Anthology

Name

I sit here
Unsure what to do
Unsure who I am
A million names I go by
A million words I hear
Slut
Lazy
Failure
Moron
Which of these names is mine
What does my license say
What in the world is my name
Whale
Tranny
Faggot
These words are said so often
I reply to any
I don't know what they mean
They feel hollow and empty
Liar
Snake
Psycho
Is it possible for me to be all
Am I that much
I seem to small for so many words
Crip
Terrorist
Snowflake
Maybe I should stop protesting
Stop deciding my own name
Accept my fate

Maybe, just maybe, my name doesn't matter
~Cal