My Name
My Name
by Lindy Dixon
I’ll never find it on a keychain
It’ll never be on a cup
my name was supposed to be Bailey
But that got passed down to my pup
Poetry has never been my thing
and I might as well give up
But before I go
There’s a bit more you should know
Don’t dare to call me Lindsey
That is not my name
However, Dee, Rage and TT
Those i’m willing to claim
Beautiful is what it really means
but that I would beg to differ
I’m sassy, stubborn, and not one to boast
but I am quite a winner
IT’s unique and weird
But that's all okay
I love it
I wouldn’t have it any other way
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