I got my first piece of mail with my full name on it
My real name
Me, mine
With the whole lot of Ls
Welsh is great
Goodbye ties to my father hello ties to some person way back who was forced to anglicize their last name
To the person who thought it would be gone forever
It’s mine now
Maybe you felt like it was the right thing to do
But, I don’t know
My fighting spirit comes from somewhere
And the name means something
Leader, lion like, who knows
Interestingly I didn’t know it was connected to anything in particular until just now
I just wanted to remove the English from me
As much as I could
I’m a wild thing
No Anglo-Saxon could conquer me
I wonder if there were members of my family fearing the wildness would be stamped out
I wandered the forests as a child
Spoke with trees
Animals
Now I speak to bugs too
Something in me has always been wild
Someone who fights for what’s right
As best they can
Knowing right and wrong are not absolute
That the world is showered in greys
But the colour
People so often forget the colour in the world
My name
The thrill I got from seeing it in print
It’s real
Not just a thought trapped in my head
Sprinkled here and there on the web like a whisper
I’ve been existing in this space where I occupy the existence of another person
Someone who never existed
Someone who was an imagined creation of society’s expectations and fear
When I hear her name I flinch
Because she’s gone
She doesn’t occupy this space anymore
She did her fighting
Did her attempt at being everything society expected
She kept me safe until I was strong enough to voice who I am
Who I actually am
She did her best
Now it’s time for the name to rest
Goodnight trees of ashes
It was not for me
She was the cocoon
I am the moth that emerged
I haven’t really existed though
I kept the shell
After all becoming something
The government doesn’t like that
Things take money and time and transportation I didn’t have
This year has been so difficult to describe
I want my sister to be here to see me make my name real
What a huge milestone to go through without you Mel
It’s like up and down and way down and then up again
It hasn’t been neutral
It’s been brutal
But good things are happening too
And I can’t even handle that by the time the year, that is almost over, ends my name will be real
Have I ever asked you to stay away?
I’m asking you again then
I want to make it until then
I want to
Even though it’s going to be lonely as hell
Alone I am making steps to realise myself
Terrifying as it is
I guess I didn’t need you after all
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