Yesterday my name was Peachy: as my grandparents call me.
I sometimes get called mam or young lady as I rush to help elderly with their needs.
Secretly I know my name is Rainbow- because I know I'm a colorful ball of fire just wanting to explore everything.
To my past, my name is something mean; but I can say the same to them.
In my dream my name was Rikki- my favorite name of all time.
I enjoy being called "beautiful" from my mom-
knowing she's my hero and I look up to everything about her.
Dad calls me Peach, as he reminds me how much joy I bring into his life.
Whoever they may be or what they call me- if it's something that makes me smile, we shall call a spade, a spade.
KB
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