Dada Is My Name

  Stairs is my name Stairs is my name, you’ll climb Up and Down me, I layer up to transport and transform you To the top of whatever, Point A to Point B, less likely to slip like my friend Hill. I’m mostly hard, built full of concrete, sometimes I am wood, sometimes I am cracked, decomposing. I rhyme with chairs, not sure why I wrote this, Heaven awaits when you reach me! Stair ways, wells, and cases, however you need me, Stairs Is My Name, Take The First STEP And Embrace ME! Photo by Maxime Lebrun on Unsplash

  Name is my name Name is my name, I give people labels, I actually give everyone and everything that I can these ubiquitous labels. People feel naked without me, lost without words, it’s usually the first thing that everyone says: “Hi, my name is________, what’s yours?” and so on and so forth until it’s forgotten again. So much attached to it so repeated and hurt, people become me and defend me like it’s a great war or best friends. I signify so much and so little, I identify someone and something everything seems to be me but nothing really is substance and solid is not me. I am a long-suffering sickness, celebrated since language was born, an obsession like porn the daily masturbation I have replaced what is with what isn’t. John, Candy, and Cher, 3 names that just came to my head, Name is my Name, Stick Me on You Photo by Bernard Hermant on Unsplash