Named after a woman I never met,
Stories of her now vague recollections
And for a long time
The name held no meaning to me.
Burdened, carrying this weight of insignificance.
Why couldn’t I be a Margret or Lucy?
My name is a whole phonetics class
That nobody signed up for
A dance on everyone’s tongue
Yet no one knew the moves
Dropped on its head every time,
Returned to me broken whenever I introduced myself.
I had always hated it but
I realize now that my name is my anthem
A path leading me to where I am from
There is tradition in my name, a whole family lineage
Carrying histories of my community;
No history book can compete with
A depth no foreign name could possibly carry.
So allow me introduce myself and
Take your lips to syllables your tongue never knew existed.
The artist's Journey 
Carrying histories of my community👌
That is a comfort , when you don’t know a thing about whom you’re named after
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This is very nice
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Wow nice girl…keep it up
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Iwe Imou why cldnt I be Margaret 🤔 interesting keep it up; good work darling
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Thank you 🤸♀️
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Very inspiring makes me want to start writing again 👏
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And you should girl! The world needs to see it!.
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This is really great🔥
I especially love the last line. “Take your lips to syllables your tongue never knew existed”. Damnn girl….. I felt that❤
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😅😅😅 thank you
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