How I Got My Name
My father
gave it to me
when...
he was dying.
He was old.
His voice
was not his
voice. It came
from somewhere
else. I didn't
know
where it came
from. Else
I’d have trusted
his white hair.
I’d have
approached him
differently...
without my pride,
without my fear.
I didn’t know
what to ask him
for, or how
to make his name
my own.
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