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Names

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brittlehorn20

Published: Sep 11, 2010

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Names make a person.
More than looks,
More than clothes,
People are judged
By names they had no say in.
Making assumptions
Based off names.
Girls with guy names
Can't be straight
Have to want to stand out,
Expectations I can't meet.
Girls with girl names
Can be who they want,
Can do what they please,
Expectations that can be met.
Knowing my name,
Doesn't mean you know me.
Don't judge me because of my name.
Talk to me,
Get to know me,
And then you might be able to judge me.

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I wrote this after, once again, some idiot asked me, "are you a lesbian?" when I told them my name. My name is Ryann (pronounced like Ryan). I'm tired of people making assumptions based on my name as well as how I look. This poem does go along with Shallow Society. [link]
I really hate society right now...
And after all, "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet." - William Shakespeare in Romeo and Juliet

I wrote this on September 7, not today, this is the first chance i had to type it out