Name Prompts

You've been with your name as long as you can remember, right? Is it common, unique, is there a story behind it? Maybe it is just hard for people to say, like mine. Here was my exercise with the name prompt.

My name is Kirstie--
Not Kristi, not Kayleigh, not Karissa, Kayla, not even Kristina.
not anything, but Kirstie
I can see the mix up of R and I but it's like there is a massive spread of dyslexia, whenever my name is said.
They spit out twisted vowels, in my name, like it went through the dryer, or like it was burned, half-melted, in a fire.
But, it's Kirstie.
Two syllables. Seven letters.
If this were charades, I'd say, sounds like:
Nerdy, jersey, hershey, mercy, murphy, earthy.
I'm Thirsty Kirstie to those who obstane from off-rhymes, because you're picky like Mark Twain.

Let me explain, if I had a dime every time someone said my name right. I'd have ten dimes. If I had one for every time my name was wrong, id jam coin star machines, I would have enough for infinity dry-cleans, and I would be able to buy all of New Orleans, or half of New York.

So, my mom liked late night Cheers reruns. She liked it because it was different and sure I've thought that Brittany, Amy, or Sarah might suit me more, or make it so remembering my name wasn't a chore. But, my name is still Kirstie despite the pain it is to say. I've learned to respond to anything that starts with "k" when called on for attendance, I just convince myself they had good intentions.

But my name isn't a disposable task, my name is my identity and when it is said wrong, it turns into a mask. I like my name on most days, even though it's hard to say.

But here we go, one last time, my name is Kirstie, okay?