My name is

My name is Hacky Sack
Kicked around abused and misused
An object that indestructible yet people find ways to bruise
Trying to not let me fall I become there safe haven to bounce around too
Passed around a group till my resources aren't needed to be used.

I’m left pondering in the mud trying to figure out my next move

My name is Obama
Always trying to help
Targeted by the negative when positive measures are being dealt

Leading a path they don’t want to see me succeed.

Fox News splatters my name as if it were a disease.

In the public eye, but everybody doesn’t get a chance to hear me.
Stressed day and night trying to carry the world
Shoulders feeling heavy, but there's no one to share with me the load.
Depended on being superman, but always settle for being Clark Kent

My name is Muhammad Ali
Boxing my way out of tight spots.
Trash talking with every jab,
knowing that winning is my only option.
Floating around like a butterfly, but finding ways to sting you like a bee.
Jabs that attack your soul, that has your mind feeling weak.

Dazed and confused you’re going to always remember the countdown to your defeat.

Belt around my waist with cheers of champion surround me.

My name is Buddha
At peace with self and ready to continue my spiritual journey
Fulfilling a cup that's half full
Made in America, but my destiny tends to travel
Touching many a souls around me
Blessings waiting to be fulfilled.

My name is Corby

Continuous pages of a man still being written

I’m a man with story.

I’m a man shooting to score.