What’s in a Name?

World, I need you to know
That it was not my place to decide
To whom I should be born
Nor my first name
Nor my family name
Nor my class
Nor my creed
“What’s in a name?
That which we call a rose,
By any other name would smell as sweet” 
The bloom of the wild
And the bloom of the slum
Would still smell as sweet as
The rose in the Queen’s bouquet,
The bees will testify
So, keep your rancid wreath to yourselves. 
I only pray that your poison ivy hate 
Would not strangle the musk red bloom; 
Who is far prettier than you

Rtr. Hiruni Hitihamu