Coco, soft like rain

Powerful like thunder

A smell like morning dew

Shallow, like the edge of a beach

Where the sea meets the sand

Intertwining carelessly

My name has been passed down

Taken from Constance

And given to me

letting my name

Have another chance to thrive

My name is more than me

It is proof of relentlessness

Of perseverance

It is lightning

Waiting for the right moment to strike

My name is 109

For when things got bad

And the sky turned a dark grey

My name is embedded into my skin

Clinging to me

Through good and bad

I got my name because of what we overcame

Through heartsick and hardship

we did not let go

My name is my armor

Impenetrable

Unlikely

And very shiny

My name is haunted

By the future and the past

Echoing the cries

Of those who were swept up 

in a tornado of ash

But I am growing

Blossoming like a flower

Learning to use my past

To expel the negative

I am turning my name into something beautiful

Acoustical 

Rainbow and sparkly

But not without a hint

Of morose blue

I am using my name to repel

The hate and terror

That some yell

Because without

The darkness

Holding us back

We are stronger

My name feeds off of knowledge like this

 it glows

It grows

And it trembles

My name is empowered by it’s loss

By the ghosts that trail me

The most terrifying days are used as a reference

To see how far I’ve come

How far we've come

I am my past

And though a glistening knife

Follows me just as it did my ancestors

I wield one too

One that lights up the dark

And brings joy during sad times

A weapon that will be with me forever

An unrelenting symbol

A beautiful truth

A name

Coco