Name Dropping

Where do I fit in?

Amongst the pretty people

Holding hands

Walking their matching chocolate labs

Driving their Broncos to daddy’s beach house

Relying on a name

A lineage

Your name is not worth more than anyone else’s, but still you drop it to others as a form of currency and in return, expect respect

I’m quietly crawling in the dark to make my name my own 

A lineage worth warring for

But it’s not carrying forth generational wealth

It’s breaking generational curses

Abuse

Racism

Bigotry

Putting fury and hatred in the grave to rot

And I’m going to slam dance on that mother fucker