Assignment 1: My Name
My mama was going to name me Jacky, or maybe it was Ellie. Thoughout my whole life I was questioned if my birth name was Victoria. In elementary school, it was my name that made me run home crying. I was often addressed as Dicky, and Icky. Why must my mama name me after something that rhymes with a penis? I have always wanted my name to be something normal like Jane or Jennifer, something simple. As I grew from a girl into a woman, I soon realized the importance of who I am. It does not matter if my name is Dicky, Icky, or Sticky; what matters is how I live out my name.
My name is Vicky.
My name is Vicky.