Letters are threads,
Woven into the vast
Quilt that is my
Name.
Telling you who
I
Am and belong to.
Showing where I fit in.
What patchwork of people are
Mine.
Sure, it is bulky,
Awkwardly
Rattling on the inside of your
Mouth as you
Speak it.
Twenty-six letters of banded
Alphabet.
Letters burdened with the
Weight of each and every
Previous owner. Well,
It’s mine now.
Mine to hold and speak and
Scribble on papers and
Tags.
Sang or spoken,
Written or drawn.
Mine.
Unique and meaningful,
They represent
Me.