This is Ivy's short poem about her name. I chose this poem because I relate so much with her about people always messing up her name. It's a very candid poem that I really love, especially because it's free-versed and simple. I like that Ivy wrote about her name because its a conversation that I've had with her from the beginning -- when I thought her name was Abby. I love this poem and I don't think it can get much better unless she personalizes it a little more and maybe adds a rhyme scheme that makes it sing-songy. Regardless, I love her poem and I love Ivy as a classmate and person.
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