Who am I?
This question comes at me like a loaded gun ready to fire.
What's your name?
This question a ticking bomb just waiting to detonate.
With these two questions, my identity is me – but they require a very specific passcode.
My name.
My name is a name some like to call unique – but I hear that as, ghetto.
You don't look like a...
You don't speak like a...
Who named you...
Is my name the only interesting thing about me?
Does my name define who I am as a person?
No.
But if I want to change my name or go by a different name –
Once they find out my biological name, they don't respect the one I prefer.
If I introduced myself to you as...
Or if you only know me by...
Feel free to continue to use that name.
But if I introduced myself to you as...
And you only know me by...
That's the only name I'd like you to use.
My name. My choice.
- JSG
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