They spell my name wrong even when my email is my name. It is not just rude. It is lack of care. Othering. Demonstrating just how unimportant I am.
Do you have a nickname?
No. Not for you. My pet names are names my loved ones call me with care.
When we apply we have to consider changing our name. Jay. Not Jayanet. No not Jay-a-net. Never mind.
When we know they turn us down for jobs. When they assume we are already too stupid when we hand in our work. At the very least they can call us what we are.
Every time I correct you is my political warfare. I exist. I am here. I survive.
Named by my grandfather. The history of my ancestors passed through me and I carry their strength. Queens, Warriors, Mothers’ of Prophets. It surpasses above and beyond the time you exist in and cold land you know. My name is fire. It is power.
give your daughters difficult names. give your daughters names that command the full use of tongue. my name makes you want to tell me the truth. my name doesn’t allow me to trust anyone that cannot pronounce it right. – Warsan Shire