My middle name // poem

I don't have a middle name

But my first name is unique

So I've never understood the shame 

Of the name that hides within

When I used to ask people

What their middle name would be

They'd hold it back like a secret

Like a piece of their destiny

But why was it that way?

What didn't they want me to see?

Now I sort of understand 

The need to cling to their identity

Everything we have

Is never truly ours

So that one string of letters

Was the only thing of theirs

//Jeani