A Girl Named Memwemchuk (NaPoWriMo #2)


Imagine a girl named Memwemchuk
A name that has you laughing till your sides hurt
You wonder why her parents would name her that
And you wonder if Memwemchuk even means anything

You wonder for a day, a week, a month
And then a year later she tells you
‘My name isn’t Memwemchuk’

And with that she tells you of her dark history
Perhaps a runaway bride, perhaps a criminal,
Perhaps an unwanted child, perhaps a victim

But you don’t listen to the tale of her sinister past
For now all you want her to be is Memwemchuk


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