This is a story of a girl that had a name.

This is a story of a girl that had a name.

A weird, different name.

Many people mispronounced it.

When mispronounced, her name reminded people of an awkward body part.

And the kids laughed at the sound of it.

It wasn’t a classic name like “Jennifer”.

When it was pronounced correctly, it wasn’t any better. Called to mind was an inanimate letter or a bitter drink.

The girl hated her name.

And then her dad explained her name.

It means “poem” in old Vietnamese.

The girl had read a lot of poems.

She liked poems, especially from Shell Silverstein, Dr. Seuss and the occasional Tupac Shakur.

There is a place where the sidewalk ends

In a box with a fox on a plane in a train

A rose that grew from concrete.

The girl grew to like her weird, different name.

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