Poetry On Odyssey: My Name

Poetry On Odyssey: My Name

7 letters can mean much more.

michele
michele
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Michele. My name could mean a lot of things, depending on who you ask. To strangers, I seem like a goofy teenage girl who is friendly most of the time. I would probably be told that my name has a strange spelling as it is really supposed to be spelled like 'Michelle.' I would just shrug my shoulders and say "I don't know why my name is spelled like that." But I am just Michele. And I like that.

To peers, I seem like a kind kid who is socially confused. High school automatically forces you to be in cliques. I don't like nor do I fit into any specific clique. I consider everyone to be a friend, even if they just smile at me in the school hallway or run up to me and ask how my day was going. I appreciate those moments because, in a few years, I will have to share those same moments but with different people from all over the world, not just Monmouth County. But I am just Michele. And I like that.

To teachers, I seem like a pretty decent student. I'm not the smartest kid but I'm not the kid who is gonna look back at high school and think it was such a waste. Sure, it's not fun at times but it's so liberating. These are the times when I don't have super important responsibilities but I have goals for when high school is over. Older people say that their high school years were some of the best years of their life. I think I can believe that and maybe one day, when I am fat and old, I could say the same thing. But for now, I am just Michele. And I like that.

To friends, I seem like a funny and laid back person. I can agree to that to a certain degree. I love to make people laugh and I don't like causing trouble so I just stay as calm as I possibly can. Most of the time, it doesn't really work so I don't know why people think I am laid back. Maybe I'm just naturally a cool and nonchalant person. I hope that's the case because that sounds really great to me. But I am just Michele. And I like that.

To my family, I seem like a daughter and a sister who they can rely on for anything. My parents always barge into my room and ask me if the text they are about to send makes sense and my brother likes to talk about petty Youtuber drama with me. They are just ridiculous and shallow conversations. As an emotional person, I don't like personal conversations. Usually, they just sound depressing and I like to avoid depressing things. The world is already sad but I like the sun, the stars and the moon that shines bright lights on it. My family is like the sun. I need them and they make me happy and I'm so grateful for them because, in some places in the world, the sun doesn't shine as bright as mine. But I am just Michele. And I like that.

To myself, I am a stranger,

a peer,

a student,

a friend,

a sister,

a daughter and everything else in between.

But I am just Michele, a person with a name.

And I like Michele,

both the name

and the person.

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Dear 'Straight Pride,' Check Your Privilege: It's HOMO-Sapiens, Not HETERO-Sapiens

Don't be upset, you are more than welcome to enjoy your straight-ness, just as much as you have to tolerate our non-straight-ness.

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Disclaimer: This letter contains sarcasm and unfiltered honesty.

Pride month is one of the BEST MONTHS OUT THERE. Four weeks of rainbows, glitter, and good old fashioned love... except for Boston. Apparently, Boston is holding a Straight Pride Parade planned for August 31st to celebrate... well, I'm not quite sure what would be celebrated. Sexual confusion? A false sense of Christianity? The delicate structure that is "no homo?"

Honestly, I feel like its a huge waste of city funds. So, I figured I should highlight some important details about gay pride.

In June 1969, police raided the Stonewall Inn, a gay club in New York City on the basis that being gay wasn't OK. That's it. The raid caused a riot among LGBT+ patrons and neighbors as police brutally threw patrons and employees out of the club. This event was followed by six days of protests and violent clashes, lead by a group of Drag Queens, including Black American Drag Queens. This was the catalyst for the gay rights movement.

Since then, gay rights have made so much progression such as Same-Sex Marriage legalized in the US in 2015, to same-sex couples, and LGBTQ+ roles shown on television.

Dear Straight people,

The entire point of pride is to celebrate a group of people who are ostracized IN SOCIETY. People who have to FIGHT for the right to love, the right to be represented, and the right to be accepted by their friends, family, work colleagues, their place of worship and the rest of the world!

It's all well and good to want to celebrate yourself for your culture and traditions (google search: family holidays), or your own accomplishments during your life (google search: Applebee's). Celebrating sexuality is much more personal because it's still not accepted in most regions or religions of the world.

Don't be upset, you are more than welcome to enjoy your straight-ness, just as much as you have to tolerate our non-straight-ness. You don't have to believe in a same-sex marriage, the same way I don't believe that religion is your sole reason to ostracize, bully, torment and dehumanize a group of innocent people who don't conform. Gay, lesbian, transgender, asexual, bisexual, the victims of the pulse shooting, ALL THESE PEOPLE HAVE HEARTS, TOO.

If at the end of this article, you still care to make an argument, I'd like to ask you some questions.

Have you ever been fired because you are straight?

Have you ever been bullied, assaulted, attacked, or banned from using the bathroom because you are straight?

Has anyone from your family ever stopped talking to you or stopped loving you because of your sexuality?

Have you ever been afraid to be yourself?

Has your church (or any form of safety zone) ever told you that you would burn in hell based on your sexuality?

Let me know.

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A Tribute To Dads Everywhere: Happy Father's Day

It's a love without end, Amen.

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It's Father's Day season everybody, a time to thank our fathers, and to take special time to remember and honor the fathers no longer here with us as well. I'd like to give a huge shoutout to all the Dads out there: you are loved and appreciated more than you know! Happy Father's Day to you.

As I have grown up and matured, my relationship with my own Dad has changed tremendously. There is one thing that hasn't changed, though, and that's his ceaseless support of me and all of my endeavors, no matter how crazy he thinks they are. He's the one person I am certain will always be my biggest fan. (And you too of course, Mom!) That's what Dads do; they never fail to cheer you on.

You see, my Dad has never sat back on the sidelines. He's always wanted to be involved in whatever it was I was dealing with, from school to athletics to situations I wouldn't necessarily want to include him in (A.K.A., boy situations). Despite the latter, you gotta love 'em. That's what Dads do; they insert themselves into your lives, for they know what's best for you (or at least they think they do).

On a little aside, thank you Dad, for always being on my side, even when Mom was not. That's what Dads do; they help you stick up to the real boss. (Sorry, Mom!)

Without fail, my Dad is the guy up at the crack of dawn on a Saturday morning, revving up the lawn mower or banging a hammer somewhere, coercing my siblings and I out of bed to help him with his unending list of things to be done around the house. That's what Dads do; they teach you to work hard and do the most with the short time we have here on earth.

My Dad is the greatest advice-giver. He strives to lead a simple life, and I never really understood why until I got a little older. I've learned the best of life lessons from him over the years. After all, in the words of first Zac Brown, and then my father, "Life's too easy to be so damn complicated". There have been countless times that I've looked back and realized that my old man was right after all. They know what they're talking about. That's what Dads do; they share the most valuable life advice.

I can honestly say that my Dad is my absolute, hands-down, favorite person to drink a beer with. There's no one I have more fun with simply chillin' on the pier, sippin' Miller Lite and shootin' the breeze. I can honestly say he's one of my best friends. That's what Dads do; they're the most genuine pals you'll find in this life.

All in all, Father's Day, along with all the other 364 days in a year, is the perfect time to take a moment and appreciate all that your father has done for you, and continues to do. Above all, spend time with your Dad. Take him to a baseball game. Bring him to the bar with you. Ask him to take the boat for a cruise sometime. Time is so valuable. Trust me, it'll mean the world to him.

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