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.