What's in a name?

A dear friend of mine had gotten into the habit of calling me Aim, and after a while (several months? a year?) I began to feel irritated by it. And then I began to feel frustrated with myself for not becoming aware of it sooner and for not mentioning it the instant that I became aware of it. I felt awkward about telling her, as she had been doing it for a long time. So I wrote a poem about it. 

Aim

Ready, aim, fire!

Amy
the name my parents gave me
their first child
"Beloved"

Aimlet
turnabout on an obnoxious teen,
proto-George Bush
nicknaming another kid.
"Brownie, you're doing a heck of a job."

Aimers
my first true love

Aimless
my sister
in the days when I really was

Aim
My aim is true

Aimeleh
my college friend
her grandmother's bubbeleh

Amu
a frequent typo of mine
adopted by DeeDee 

Amelia
Richard the composer
who wrote a piece for solo viola for me
A-Mi

Aimster

my softball mentor
gentle giant
as I played a team sport for the first time
at age 27

Aimily Dickinson
the name I give myself
as fledgling poet

Aim
not a name for me

In the end, after I wrote the poem, I blurted out to my friend that I don't like being called "Aim" and told her that I would send her the poem. And now I'm sharing it with you. 

Cheers!