My Curse
The name I go by and known by is Angel which means messenger of God.
But my real name is Angalena which means messenger or angel.
My name is something I don't want because people can't say it,
remember it, or spell it correctly and there's a deep hatred that adds on to it.
My name was chosen by Susuan who didn't want to let my dad have a say in
naming me and I hate her.
My name doesn't have family significance and I would change my name to Allamora if I could.
A name bestowed upon me at birth by someone who doesn't care or love me and my sister.
She has never been there for us leaving the job of a mother to the eldest child a six year old girl.
At least until someone else came along and took over, but by then I didn't know how to be a kid anymore.
People say my name is pretty, but I wonder if they knew the story behind it if they would have a different opinion about my name.
The burning toxin of a memory that in which my name brings.
My name is my ill burdening curse.
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