IN OUR OWN VOICES
                 
My Real Name

Today my name is colorful.

Yesterday my name was dead souls.

Tomorrow my name will be lively spirits.

My friends think my name is fire.

The police think my name is burden.

My parents think my name is symphony.

Secretly I know my name is anything I want it to be.

 

               by Elena Noel, a teen from Washington D.C.

 

Source:  Paint Me Like I Am: Teen Poems from Writerscorps

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