A name is but a label that has branded us for life
Hannah
A name such as my own, Biblical in nature
Meaning so much more to me than “The grace of god”
Hannah
With a heart for spoken word
And a mouth more than capable
Hannah
Who knows the great pleasure of the perfect phrase
And always has something to say
Hannah
I’ve got a way with words,
And I’m stronger than most
Hannah
A heavy heart,
And gentle hands
Hannah
With uncle lost to a smoking gun,
At the scene of a suicide
Hannah
A snapping turtle beneath my skin
Timid but fierce
Hannah
With intellect in my veins
And curiosity all the same
Hannah
Like a pine cone
Those rough and pointy edges remind me of my own
Hannah
Made from good intentions
And full of pride
Hannah
Backwards I am the same,
For I have only one face.
Hannah
My two-toned mind
Damaged, but alive
Hannah
My bipolar-stained brain
Depression? or mania?
Hannah
Because what good is “the grace of god”
if he only chooses to pit you against yourself
Hannah
For I am my only rival
Or Peninnah I should say
Hannah
For while god's word may be gracious
It is my name not his