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