What’s in a Name?

I see the letters that you have formed
Wobbling but firm
And I sense pride in your identity
But you are more than a collection of letters
They are not you; you are more
I could tell you of places
Where you would have your mother’s name
Or be someone’s daughter or someone’s son
Or of somewhere where surnames don’t exist at all
I could tell you that there could be
Times when you will gladly take another
That perhaps one day, through love or jest
You will be known by a different name
I could tell you how your name
Would be different elsewhere
Or maybe not known at all
And you would settle for something else
Something more easily said or understood
So that you could understand
That names come and go
That maybe a name is just a name
A word, a collection of letters
And that you are something more
Much more than that

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