They Know Me?
When asked, "What is your name?"
My response is also a question
Why am I unsure--of the one title I've possessed since birth,
How do I claim to know myself. If I still don't know what I'm called?
The other kids have no problems telling me what I'm called--
And since I'm so hesitent of placing myself in the phylogenetic tree,
Instead I allow Them to specify me; put me in my phylum, class, and order.
I become a whole new breed; my taxa are as follows
Kingdom-Weird , Phylum-Retard, Class-Submissive, Order-Idiot, Family-Ugly ,Genus-Clumsy ,Species-Grossus feminius
Though soon the name of my species is replaced with something more familiar--
The name found on my birth certificate.
Perhaps this is why I am so conflicted when asked my own name,
They have made it so that I will forever connect the sound of my name with the taxa they created.
And now I am sure of what I'm not
I am not me.
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