Kamia is me.
This is the name I have chosen for myself.
It is a name I’ve derived from a flower;
A flower that is endless symmetry.
Camellias are a form of perfection;
A perfection I can aspire to achieve.
But unlike a Camellia flower
– that is beautiful in its memorizing pattern –
Kamia pales in between.
Yet it is a name I’ve associated for myself.
I am Kamia.
I am an imperfect flower.
I would never change for anything else.