Slam Behind the Curtain

"Do you prefer Sam, Sammie, Samantha?" 

"I don't care" 

"Surely you must prefer something! It's your name! It's who you are". 

No. It is not. I am not my name.  

Names. 

Restricting. 

Suffocating. 

Pigeonhole. 

I am not Sammie, Sam, or Samantha. 

I am family.

I am love. 

I am the one people talk to when they have had enough.

When they can't take anymore.   

I am my mother's stubbornness and my father's compassion. 

I am the book worm, the helpless romantic, the believer.

I am me. Not my name. Not anymore.