My own name by M Woodward

--- (Verse 1) Walked through the gates with my hood pulled tight, Keeping my head down, avoiding the flight. New name on the register, fresh clean slate, But still bracing for the usual bait. Then my teacher said it—clear as day, No stumble, no pause, just my name her way. She gave me a nod like, “You’re alright here,” And suddenly the world felt a bit more clear. (Chorus) This is school, but it’s more than that— It’s where I’m seen, not judged or just sat. My name gets used, my truth’s allowed, And for once, I feel a proud. Rainbow badge on her lanyard bright, Not just show—it’s doing what’s right. Thank you I’m not just a file or a care plan page, I’m a boy finding strength at my young age. (Verse 2) Lunchtime’s loud, I’ve got my space, Keyworker finds me, same ol' place. “Alright?” she asks, and she waits for the real, Not rushing, not fixing—just letting me feel. We chat names, pronouns, clothes that fit, She listens close, never makes a bit of it. Says, “You’ve got time—it’s not a race,” And I see calm written all over her face. (Chorus) This is school, but it’s more than that— It’s where I’m seen, not judged or just sat. My name gets used, my truth’s allowed, And for once, I feel proud. Rainbow badge on her lanyard bright, Not just show—it’s doing what’s right. Thank you I’m not just a file or a care plan page, I’m a boy finding strength at this young age. (Bridge) My social worker popped in last week, Sat down proper, no “quick little peek.” About time. She said, “We’re with you—all the way through, You’re valid, you’re brave, and we believe in you.” Assemblies now talk about being kind, About making space, about keeping minds wide. It’s more than posters stuck on the wall— It’s how we live it, how we stand tall. (Final Chorus) This is school, and I’m not alone, It’s the first place that’s felt like home. My teacher, my keyworker too— All helped me believe I could just be true. Rainbow Flag in the office framed, Says loud and clear: you can be named. I’m not a phase or someone to blame— I’m just a lad… with my own name. (Outro) Yeah, I’m just me… With my own name—finally free. My own name Finally free To be me ---