Thinking of the nicknames I’ve worn
from the first one practically given at birth
to the few I’ve chosen for myself in jest
to the few I’ve been called out loud by others.
Were there ones I never heard, and still have not?
Wondering if any of them were close enough
to being my true name, one I should have worn
with pride and grace. A name I should have held
close and waved now and then as my banner
in battle, grief, and celebration. Wondering
if any of the ones I do not know
are more fitting, are more me
than any I have gone by so far,
and is it too late to take on a new one?
Would I even be proud to wear
the closest fitting name?
Would I hang my head to know
that this was who I was, or would I
instead retreat into the falsehood
of the name I preferred?