My name is not Beautiful

My name is not Beautiful.
My name is not Sexy.
My name is not Hey Girl, Hey
Or Sweetheart
Or Blondie
Or Baby.

And my name is not Bitch
For refusing to respond
To a moniker
That is not mine.

If you ever bothered
To ask my name,
Instead of labeling me
With one of your own,
You would know:

My name means Victory.

My parents did not know
They named me for the winged goddess –
The journey from
Greek to French
Obscuring its origins
And its significance.

They just liked the sound of it.

I like the sound of it, too:

For my name means Victory,
And it is a challenge
I rise to meet
Every waking day;

For my name means Victory,
And within it lies
The whisper of a promise –
One I hope
To see fulfilled.

And so should you ever bother
To ask me my name,
Instead of labeling me
With one of your own,
I would tell you:

My name is not Beautiful.
I am so much more than that.

Wonder Woman, Moana, and why they matter

Have you ever experienced the sensation of not realizing how hungry you are until food is placed in front of you?  Of not realizing that you were hungry at all until you’re offered something to eat?

That is the closest I can get to describing what I felt while watching Moana last fall, and again last night when I saw Wonder Woman.

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