All of us were conceived under an agreement.
Some of us under a forced agreement, a contract which our hands were forced to sign
by bigger hands that would tear us apart otherwise.
But a tender, hopeful, sometimes disastrous agreement no matter.
And when we are born, we are given a name,
the name of the agreement, the header on top of the contract.
The end result, and the beginning of years of love and pain and endings.
Author notes
My AP name is samuel.d.kendall. It's my name. 
A contest entry
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Comments
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This is an interesting discussion from a unique perspective, I never thought of it this way, I'll have to ponder this for a while. Thanks for the needed mental exercise!
Write On!
Dennis
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lol. that's a funny approach. Your pen name is your real name, so...how would you explain that? I didn't think you really could, it's just a title. A definition of sorts, but you found a way! That was pretty cool, I must admit!!!
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Intense
and highly identifiable! Yes, that's quite an agreement that many of us were born under & honestly...speaking from experience, I believe parents should take classes & have to pass & get certification before they conceive a child! Look at the mess that we have in the world....oh...I'm getting ready to ramble or give a Sermon. All the best in the Contest! 
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