Seriously? B.B. Rose?

B.B. Rose.

It actually stands for Beautiful Black Rose.

My father always told me that that was what my middle name meant.

My middle name is Akira...and I actually believe it's origins are Japanese and Akira actually means "bright as the sun" or something along those lines.

Either definition fits me perfectly, but I'll opt with my father's belief.

And now that he's gone, I've seemed to embrace his interpretation even more.

Beautiful...Black...Rose

I'm sure that's what I am.

Beautiful- No, not in the vain sense of the word. Yet beautiful in the way that my legs constitute most of my body. And that the gap in between my two front teeth reflect my father's exactly. And the scars and marks on my limbs each have a story.

Black- Yes, and very proud of that fact. I am the beginning and the end...Think about it. It's empowering.

Rose- Fragile, tender, and, in a way, fleeting.

I've never really sat down and thought about Akira before until now.

I guess my father really did know me better than I thought...