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  • Writer's pictureAnu Okikiolu

Poem #364 Anuoluwanimi

Shakespeare was wrong;

names do have power.

A rose by any other name

would not smell as sweet.

I am my name.

I define it,

and I am defined by it.

To earn it, I have learnt

to strife be mercy incarnate,

to love before I am loved,

and speak life to the broken.

For I know that every action I take

is an addition to the mythos that is me

and a decision made because of the mythos;

every consequence the same.

Making so every time my name is uttered

the colours of my existence,

my identity joins together

to form a story,

a legacy that began

when my parents

first received and uttered my name

and will end long after I am dust.


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