My Name

People have always made a game

Out of my pretty name,

Calling me everything but

Who it is that I am.

Sometimes I get quite frustrated

At the thought of how

A simple three syllable word

Could be chopped into pieces

The way that I've become

Used too.

I will no longer answer to anything but

The name my mother gave to me at birth.

I am not Sabrina,

Or Selina,

Or Serria.

I am not serenity.

Take me seriously,

For my name

Will not be forgotten.

My name is

Serrena,

And that is what you shall call me.

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