Call Me By My Name

For BIPOC, microaggressions start as early as the cradle-with our names

Photo by Kiana Bosman on Unsplash

I don’t have a common first name. It’s four letters, two syllables and is pronounced Vee-na. According to my mother, one of her friends, who became my godmother, was a teacher and had a student by that name. She liked it and thus, I got christened with the name.