Names

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Names
by Stephanie C.


I was born in 2001
But sometimes it's reversed
To ten thousand twenty
Because although I'm only fifteen
I feel like I've lived plenty
So when someone asks me
"How much have you done?"
I'll respond with my opposite name
"I've done much, for I'm fifty-one"



I have other names, too, change it whenever I'm feeling
I can be 55 or
123 million

The double fives are Hispanics in the States
Why do they still call us aliens?
From a desolate planet, to leech and disgrace
I do not think I can forgive them
For the wrinkles they etched on my face
From the motherly pain
When they insult their slow English pace
My other name, a pale complexion
Inherited, maintained, vain
Sunscreen, creams, masks
"Are you white?"
I'd beam as they ask
As if my father's skin was dirty
As if it made me superior
His brown stains their glasses
Look at him and see his name- not his interior
Need a new prescription- they look at my school in awe
Hispanics and well-performing?
I thought we were gardening fools!

Even so our colors fall short

For we are dumped on this tennis court

I do not think I can forgive them
For the wrinkles they etched on my face


When they called me a smart beauty

And my father a freeload waste of space

I do not even think I can forgive myself

For taking pride in looking like another race


A chronological 1, 2 , 3
Is another name on this page
The number of women
Living right here in the States
Our vast majority
With rights still left in the case
Instead a mantra instilled
In my parents' worried embrace
And I cry after they tell me
My dress will make them want a taste
I do not think I can forgive them
For the wrinkles they etched on my face
From crippling fear
When walking home after dark
Burnt that girlish vulnerability
And no womanly sensibilities
Would get me raped

I do not think I can forgive them
For the wrinkles they etched on my face
When they told a child, look at her, with no hesitation
Hispanic women (like you!) fall pregnant fast
A formula projected on this nation
I always wonder about the white boy's poem
I wonder what his number name will be
His whole life they told him
He was an elite in the U.S. scholars
And I think his name is
A small loan of a million dollars

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