My Name Is An Endless Poem by Uzenenkosi

You can't force me to smooth my name for you.
You want me to slip it in
Your English so you
Can pronounce it.
You want to bury it in
The English so their lazy
English  can swallow it.
I refuse to accommodate it in your silly English.

Fix your  lips around it.
Let your lazy tongue smooth on top of it.
You can't give me a super nickname to replace it.
This is my gift of ten letters.
Try to say it right
Before you write me off
Calling me "that little tiny one,baby face doll"
Don't baptise it in your weakness
Its my gift,remember!

My name is special
You just have to understand it.
Say it with respect and dignity.
Understanding who I really am.
Say it like you mean it.
Like you were there when my father gave me this gift.
Like you were there when
He couldn't figure out this
Endless poem.
This is my gift of ten letters.
Not in English!
But in his mother tongue language!

My name is a jealous God!
I lay my fancy English when I say it.
My name is not a joke
It is more than the applause I will get when I leave the stage.
My father handed me this burden of ten letters
That I have to live up to.
My name is an endless poem.
One that you think you understand
When actually you don't!
This is my gift!
Respect it.

I am Uzenenkosi

©Brilliant_Uzenenkosi 2016