Seb's name poem

Sebastian is in a creative writing elective class this semester and submitted the poem below for his first assignment. There's a rhythm and cadence to it that I like, and his language and similes are expressive and fun to read. The whole thing just made us smile.

My Name Poem

By Sebastian Raab

    My name is Sebastian, I go by Seb. I’ve met Sebi and Sebas and Sebastian’s, but never another Seb. The name comes from my uncle, my momś brother. His middle name was Sebastian, a name my mother always admired. My mom and her brother were close, so when I was born, she thought to name me Sebastian. Poof, there I was. 

   

Seb is like a good book you don't want to put down. So good stopping would be a crime, yet you don't want to finish because it would mean doing something else. But you know there are always other ones, no matter what you are doing, so it isn't a total tragedy. I have always loved books, all genres included. Sports books, action books, adventure books, you name it.

   

Sebastian is like a king size snickers, long and crunchy. If you're feeling ambitious and hungry, I taste great. When you're not I'm like a long, slow slog up a hill on a scorching hot day. Sebastian is unpredictable, like a gumball machine at a sketchy place in the middle of nowhere. You never know if you’ll get your favorite flavor, a bad flavor, or nothing at all.

Seb is like a close sports game. You don’t know the outcome ahead of time, but you know it will come down to the last play, always a close one. Picture the crowd on its feet, cheering and stamping both teams alike. One team will be heartbroken, the other overjoyed. They tell us to have sportsmanship, tell it to yourself. When their team loses, they scream, curse, and yell.

   

I am Sebastian, and no matter what, I'm happy with who I am.