They Call Me Bucky

January 13, 2015

Underneath my name is a girl.

a girl who rips and claws to free herself from her name.

Underneath her name is a truth,

There is no filter there is no longer youth.

Boys cat call the names

BuckNasty

BuckWild

Fucknell

no.

no, please stop.

Without my name I am a girl.

I am a girl who laughs and loves.

A girl who beats through the songs and sings with the heart.

I am a girl.

I am a girl with no name.

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