the heavens were always missing me
if I could rename myself starlight
maybe I would float up into the sky
rebelling against my predisposition
sinking darker than midnight
if I could rename myself golden
maybe all men would want me
for my value as well as beauty
a trophy worth the trouble
if I could rename myself confidence
maybe my chin would raise and
my fear of failing would dissipate
conviction guiding my gut
if I could rename myself sunshine
maybe I wouldn't be so afraid
of the night time and maybe my
eyes would always be bright
Anything but Olivia
So many people I've met since my face began to mature have told me I resembled an Olivia, no matter how many times I demanded Sophia is my name. I wouldn't want to be called Olivia--please, anything but Olivia. It hasn't always been annoying. But I know for a fact that everyone wants to stand out and be unexpected once in a while. If it means not being Olivia, I'll take that chance.
