Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #102

He Named His Daughter Jesus
by Belinda Roddie

He named his daughter Jesus, and the whole
town erupted into hostile retorts
and reprimands for being blasphemous.
Not like his daughter liked her name at all,
anyway, but she didn't have to change
 it 'cause the judge changed it for her. People
made enough of a fuss that even the
government got involved, and thus the girl
became "Jheanette," although her father shrieked,
"Why can't my daughter be a messiah,
too? It's not exclusive!" (He was a drunk
with a half-rotted brain by the time he
said that to the reporters). Her mom, though,
said, "Your name pick was shit. I told you so."

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