My Name Poem by Joseph Caraveo

I wasn’t when I got it
I wore my daddy’s shame
Nothing to be proud of
Sure not my last name
Seldom did I speak it
A noose around my neck
Nothing I wanted to remember
All I wanted to forget
I learned a little about me
Thought I’d start brand new
Live something to be proud of
I think I will call it you
I drug it thru the bushes
Seen the inside of a cell
Built it up, tore it down
Still my deepest family’s crown
It’s painted on my body
Written in my heart
Something to be proud in
My names a work of art