[insert Name Here] Poem by SamL CShaw

I can hear you call my name
from the front of the room
unknowing of what the black bar
through five letters
that you cannot see.

'Samuel? '
no reply.
'Is there a Samuel C...here? '

No.
But there is me.
Sam L C shaw

My name is continually mispronounced
even when sung for its own reasons
or stated as a question or you knowing of my existence.

I've heard it whispered and told,
yelled quite bold.

Still, there is no Samuel here.