Fight or flight such an old lesson you would think I would

Have it down by now, but no

Dice.
I came out of the womb fighting for the right to be me but was
Named for my 17 year old mother;s cousin instead
No name of my own, I tried on a dozen before I found the one that
Fit.
Now he sits there all tanned and burnt by the wind and my last full furnaced
Blast
Of ire at his face and oh how I punched him in the nose.
He is tough, God, and he doesn’t care if I leave a bruise or two
As for me, I appreciate a god who bleeds.
The gift always comes after the storm and I wonder if I just
Don’t wait long enough or if the gift is a product of the storm
Like a pearl, irritated beyond endurance , I spin this jewel
And out it comes as perfect as you please
Like this sacred revelation of a day
Which came on the heels of my personal boxing match
With the One who made me
Just this way.

Selah.