This prompt question made me think of that scene in “The Jungle Book” where the vultures keep asking the same question, over and over again… “So, what ya wanna do?”
I have had to explain my name, and/or nickname, so many times now that I’m pretty over it… sorry, not sorry!
Here, have a cookie…
At least I’m not trying to serve you the same cookie, over and over again… or am I?
This prompt question made me think of that scene in “The Jungle Book” where the vultures keep asking the same question, over and over again… “So, what ya wanna do?”
I have had to explain my name, and/or nickname, so many times now that I’m pretty over it… sorry, not sorry!
Here, have a cookie…
At least I’m not trying to serve you the same cookie, over and over again!
I am not sure which name I should answer this prompt with, as I go by a few. Should I talk about the name I was born with, the one where my mother wanted me to be a boy. Oh well, boy… girl… according to my parents, the name was fine… Toni Rae is so ambiguous though.
Perhaps I could give a rehash of my nickname, Wiwohka, but you have already heard this story. I think it was a suitable description of my personality, the raging part was anyways, so I feel good about picking that name.
Here is where the origin of my name becomes very important! I have a name that only One uses, and this name is the most valuable title I have. You may already have guessed where it came from, but I will say it none the less…
I am His Beloved!
I will leave it to you, my friends, to know of where it originated.
Here, have a cookie…
What?! There are cookies in there… right there… holding the milk, eggs, and chocolate bacon.
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