You or the Name?

A name is bigger then you. Rooted in your origin. So deep it sits, That it tears everything in its path should you change it. Planted and nourished, from the roots a flower grows. You sway and dance in a way Your folks have always known. You are grounded in place among your people's garden. Lined with your kind. Daisies or Roses, Lilies or Posies. Your name is you. But who got to choose? You, or the gardener? Did you decide to be a Rose? Or are you not the Lily people sowed?