My Name
My tap teacher calls me Irene.
She knows me from up on the screen.
When she gets my name wrong
It’s like I don’t belong;
Maybe some of you know what I mean.
For if you are possessed of a name
Which, to others, sounds somewhat the same
As your own, but it’s not
Then what choice have you got
But keep quiet or put them to shame.
What I do will depend on my mood –
Suck it up and continue to brood
Or point out the mistake,
Which is good for my sake,
But may come off to others as rude.
Still, a name tells the world who you are
And excuses go only so far.
If it’s me that you mean
To address, it’s ILENE
And to call me Irene is bizarre.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2021
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