identity

my name is not what it should be.

my name is

an arrow through my heart

a knife in my gut

needles under my nails

and cracks through my ribs

but it isn't really my name

it's a name for a person that never was

it's a name for who I might've been,

if I wasn't me

my true name will be

my true name is

a heart pounding with excitement

a happy fullness in my stomach

nimble fingers, strong hands

and muscle on my ribs

it's only my name in the dark

when no one can hear me say it

but one day I'll bear it with pride

and the world will know me

as I truly am.