That Slave Name
I hate my name,
I didn't choose it,
it may have meant something in the past,
until they abused it.
I hate the way it looks,
and the way it sounds,
every time I hear my name,
my head drops to the ground.
I hate the way it makes me feel,
so much anger inside,
Murray was the slave,
guess what that slave died!!!
I call myself Muzz,
this is me,
I've rid myself of that slave name,
for my own sanity.
M.Mahauariki © 2012
Copyright © Murray Mahauariki | Year Posted 2012
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