I Am My Name

I am my name
If you remember my name, you have my attention
Pronounce it well, you have my trust
I am nothing but my name

My name is a certain point in time
They remember the time, they remember the weather
My name is that weather I will never remember
My name, a moment in time

I am my name
Inherited from lost loved ones, I never met them
They see them, when they see me
If I fail them, will they blame the name

Call my name, slang it, chant it, whisper it
Loud noise does not drown out my name on a roll call
All my senses heed the call of my name
I turn my head, raise my eyes, I’m diverted from my stride

My name, I will forever hold
Crossed out on short lists, I still keep it
Lost in the struggles, it emerges out of rubble 
My name is the only thing that remains, after dust to dust
Keep it and give your memories a frame to hold what’s past
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Gauthier Avatar
November 3, 2019 at 6:43 AM
Powerful tribute to the past lineage behind a name and its importance. Well done, Michelo.
Mweetwa Avatar
November 14, 2019 at 8:56 AM
Thank you!
Situation Avatar
October 8, 2019 at 6:16 PM
Devine insight!
Mweetwa Avatar
October 9, 2019 at 2:07 AM
Thank you
De Beaulieu Avatar
October 6, 2019 at 7:42 AM
Hello Michelo Mweetwa so nice to meet you. A name is important,it is telling someone who we are. No matter what our name we should be proud of our name. Have a nice day my friend.
De Beaulieu Avatar
October 9, 2019 at 9:53 AM
You are welcome. have a nice day my friend.I look forward to reading more of your poems. have a nice day my friend.
Mweetwa Avatar
October 9, 2019 at 2:07 AM
Thank you!
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