my name is two syllables
harsh transition between.
Danielle.
doesn’t quite roll of the lips in a beautiful way,
but hey, it’s mine.

Danielle.
like definitely – rarely spelled correctly
self-conscious at Starbucks &
restaurant wait lists.
do i look like daniel?
is my long, flowing red hair
not a big enough billboard?

Danielle.
to me, sounds like a harp.
stops me in my tracks.
goosebumps.
Danielle: a voice says, pulling me from panic.
Danielle: they yell, excited to see me.
Danielle: hand on shoulder, consoling.
Danielle: a voice of reason reminding me that i am enough.

no one’s footsteps to follow.
this name is mine.