i wish i didn’t have a last name;

i don’t belong-

anywhere.

 

my original last name lost its beauty

from the very first day i was hit,

lost its identity.

 

i became nameless. 

 

i couldn’t follow the last name of my father’s replacement;

it didn’t fit and it didn’t belong.

i was left with no choice.

 

i stayed nameless.

 

i continued to keep my technical name,

but the aches that hit were too much.

i flinched every time it was in the air.

 

nameless. nameless. nameless.

 

i lost my most significant identity;

i mean, who is a person

without a family name to complete them?