Day 9: NaPoWriMo – What’s Your Name?

2016-04-09T15:01:17+00:00April 9th, 2016|Last Post, National Poetry Month, Poetry|

I always dreaded morning role call.

“Mike,” asked the substitute teacher.
“Here,” bellowed the pre-pubescent boy.
“Beth,” said the monotone teacher.
“Present,” giggled the ten year-old girl.

“Clarence,” smirked the teacher.

Silence.

“Sorry, Clarence?” chuckled the teacher.

The entire classroom roared with laughter
as I buried my face in my hands.

I hated my middle name Clarence
as Clarence was my paternal grandfather,
the one that hung himself while working
in a state mental institution.

Irony.

With my voice breaking, I muttured, “Here.”
Although I wish I wasn’t there.

Heads turned in my direction.
Fingers pointed while everyone laughed.
“What’s your name?”

Clarence.
Immediately I was Sorry.

I couldn’t speak
So I began to cry
I did not know why but
I wanted to flee.

Two years earlier my mother re-married.
Even though we had a new name,
the school records stayed the same.

Yet on that day,
I felt Robbed of my dignity.
I was afraid Clarence’s bi-polar blood
was flowing through me.

Many years later,
changed was my middle-name.
Though still flowing through me
is the blood of the deranged.

[hr gap=””]Today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt for Day 9 of National Poetry Writing Month, is to write a poem that is about something you don’t want to write about.

10 Comments

  1. Angela van Son April 9, 2016 at 12:59 pm - Reply

    It’s good. It’s really good.

  2. M April 9, 2016 at 3:55 pm - Reply

    school can be brutal ~

  3. Ginni Deville April 9, 2016 at 5:38 pm - Reply

    Oh the annoyance of teachers embarrassing children 😉

  4. samratkel April 21, 2016 at 9:36 pm - Reply

    I appreciated the way this was written and it did indeed remind me of school.

    @Samantha/samratkel from
    Shadow Realities

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