Unyque

It's a renown I had to grow into.

Kids shunned me because I wasn't the same.

Yet I learned to tell the kind from the cruel

by how others reacted to my name.

Some accused me of being conceited,

as if I had declared myself unique.

I know everybody is different,

although it's oneness that all of us seek.

I'm not sure what my parents were thinking.

In spite of their choice, I'm sure they meant well.

Still, the moniker they burdened me with

has sometimes made my life a living hell.

I chose to forgive them for the faux pas.

I forget the last time it made me cry.

But I wish people could see what I say

when I explain, "It's Unyque with a why?"