The city was empty
As I pounced through the night,
I already came far away from home
Where I had a name.
Or maybe it really wasn't a name-
Maybe those syllables they mouthed
To my attention were just strings of vowels
That could make me feel less a monster,
But as I walked and walked helplessly
My throat turned to rock while I continued
To be strong from tears.
Why had they kept me in a cage
Thinking I would become less fierce?
I now heard sirens from my back,
Oh! how I wished I was hit by the police car
Towards the skies and disappeared like a feather-
So those gases won't even ask for my name.
I froze as the night became cold,
Then I felt a police officer rotate my shoulders
With torchlight surrounded on my face,
She asked for my name,
I identified as nameless
And just at that moment, something grew from my arms.
It was confidence in the monster I was,
The monster that I was knew no name
Because I hadn't given it one,
Then she took her leave.
It was then I began to nurture my name
Because society did not know what it was
I didn't know what it was either
Until it began to grow on me.
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