Honey, if you can say Aphrodisiac...
Jen and me,
joined the team
on the same day
We were both new
and equally excited.
I could even be
slightly funnier.
Yet, this is lunch time
on my first day
at my first job
and Jen is across the hall
laughing at my colleague´s jokes
at the falafel store next street,
while I fidget with the vending machine
Could it be because
Of my name?
The one that makes even the most eloquent stutter
The one that makes me “the other”
The one that isn´t
white enough for the board rooms
For after parties
The thought stays with me
towards the evening
as I walk home,
my beautiful street
laden with trees
and I see again,
my post was not delivered
the neighbors look at me
like I don't belong here
and they just have to
bear me.
I am a brown wildflower,
sticking out,
over the fence,
of a whitewashed wall.
You say, so easily,
Maybe change your name?
I could,
But I am tired of
Melting into forms
To conform to a white world.
Honey, if you can say Aphrodisiac
you can say my name.
If you can say Lebensabschnittpartner
you can say my name,
Honey, the least you can do
is say my name,
for, I am exhausted of,
molding my world,
so you can save on a syllable.