I always dread the first day of school
because teachers always call roll
and I have to raise my hand.
“Just call me Meg.”
Because Margaret is what is listed
but it’s too long and big and bulky for
a height-challenged skinny girl like me.
Then they call me Megan,
which I don’t really mind,
but apparently my friends do.
Most people call me Meg,
or Megasaurus if you really want to,
because Margaret isn’t even mine
You see, it belongs to my mother
and grandmother and
who knows what other
familial member on my maternal side.
I would change it to Meg when I turn eighteen,
but that would only make them angrier.
I guess that means
my middle name, Ann,
isn’t mine either
belongs to my father’s mother,
but I don’t really mind
because she was the nice grandmother.
So just call me Megasaurus or Meg
I don’t really care
as long as it’s not