rain
I told him
I'm a fucking hurricane
not to be provoked,
because I'll bite back
like a rabid animal.
he laughed
and told me,
"you're beautiful
like the rain.
and you enter
everyone's life
like the rain.
every one is
a flower or plant
and you,
you come in
and help people–
whether they realize it or not."
claire
i used to hate it.
it's pristine, and too familiar.
everyone's heard of 'claire'.
then i watched the breakfast club.
i idolized molly ringwald
and if she could rock 'claire',
why couldn't i?
i guess i'll forever be
waiting for my bender.
but isn't everyone?
every good girl,
not just the 'claire''s,
want a bad boy at one point.
Boy
I've had two middle names, legally and technically, but my original middle name was the best: "Boy".
At times I've thought about changing it back, I've reflected on the memories--good and hard. I've written it down even, scrawled it out with pen and paper, 1980s style. I looked it over and thought about what it might mean and how it would just come across as some crystal gripping hippie bullshit. So I left well enough alone.
Bright
Sometimes Faint
Always Burning
Falling
Wishing
First
Known to Hide Behind Clouds
Always there
Alone amongst many
Colliding
Guiding
Mysterious
Misunderstood
Beautiful
Vast
Bottled
Gifted
Mama wanted it to reflect
The nature
Family
So they named me after the sky
So they named me after an outlaw
Mine
Starr
My Middle Names
John - because I'm simple minded rather akin to a cabbage.
Anthony - In the lost hope that bearing this name would herald a flood of godly benefits from the famous Saint. Alas, no such benefits were forthcoming.
So I was saddled with four names, just to add to my ongoing confusion.
Alejandra
In my native tongue it means
"Defender of man kind"
And I feel I identity with that seeing as how I have a need to protect others from any bad thoughts they have.
Chosen by my older brother who desperately wanted a sister with that name, I hated it growing up.
Feeling like it wasn't my name but rather something he got to choose for me, as he had done most of the time.
Now I embrace it and even love it for it is an empowering name and I aim to be someone strong.
Elizabethan
Call me Elizabeth,
A rising royal
With power and riches
And madness in spoils
Decapitation is a hobby of mine
But I'll only use knives sharpened fingernail fine.
Call me Eliza,
A teen girl,
A pink-wearing queen bee
Slightly snobby,
And stupid
And preppy, but pretty.
Most effort goes into my studies you see,
Boys don't lead me to them, boys come running to me.
Call me Elizabeth,
A scientist,
Working gears and timepieces
Layered dresses
Shining steam trains
And chemical flavored kisses.
A wrench on my belt
And a flower in my hair
Every word that I say
Is a game of truth or dare.
Grace
It does not describe me even in the slightest. I trip over nothing and fall up the stairs. I stomp my feet when I walk without even trying. I break things more than I'm proud of. Here's a little story to help you understand: I was about five and spinning around in the hospital room with my arms sticking out, when my mom's friend was holding her newborn baby....you can guess how that one ended.