“The Name That Isn’t Mine”
Their word was sharp and lazy,
a cold label thrown to shrink me.
But even in that small, choking space,
my fire refused to dim.
They can throw me a name,
but it won’t fit.
Some labels slide off the skin — they were never meant to stay.
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