Introduction
Okay so , I have to do this on the spot, cool
My name is makeda
Please dont call me mackada
Its my major pet peeve
Some say I ahte it as much as some hate Al Queda
And they are not the same
Please dont be deceived
Its spelt differently
My name is not just some abstract ascription
Its my whole being perceived.
My mother scoured through scores and scores of books
While she yet conceived
The first recorded makeda is found on Ethiopian leaves
Makeda, queen of sheba
Beholder of solomonic seeds
Cup, bowl, container , vessel woven of reeds
But my favorite of all of these
Mother of wisdom
So now that you have been
Given knowledge plese concede
I hold my name in high reverance
Please pronounce it in syllabic severance
Ma-ke-da
Its the only way I show any tolerance
So many correct ways to pronounce
The french they say it with sweet romance
Say it right and alas we may be friends perchance.
Makeda Morrison
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