Not Your Daughter

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The doctor told you I was a girl.
So you saw me as a girl.
Growing up you called me your daughter.
Young me didn't know what defined a girl.
All I knew, was that I was a kid.

I used the women's restroom.
Because that's what society wanted me to do.
Everyone could see I was a girl.
Especially those in the women's restroom.
But I was just a kid who needed to use the toilet.

Unlike most kids, I wondered what it would be like.
What it would be like, to be a boy.
Unlike most kids, I wondered what it would be like.
To be born in a different body.
Unlike most kids, I wondered about my gender.

Just after hitting puberty, I knew something was wrong.
I started bleeding from "down there".
But I wasn't supposed to be.
I didn't want to be.
But I didn't have a choice or control over it.

My body started changing, but not in the way I wanted it to be.
Something in me knew I was meant to be a boy and have a boy's body.
But that's not what I got.
Because that's not what I was born with.
But that's what I wanted.

I knew something was wrong.
When my body started bleeding "down there".
I knew something was wrong.
When my chest didn't stay flat.
I knew something was wrong.

I knew I was a boy.
I had always been a boy.
I was cured with the wrong body.
Don't call me a girl.
Because I'm not a girl.

Don't call me your daughter.
Because I'm not your daughter.
I'm your son.
Because I'm a boy, not a girl.
Don't call me your daughter.

The doctor was wrong.
You were wrong.
SOCIETY  was wrong.
I was wrong.
We were all wrong.

But now I know who and what I am.
Now that I feel right, I'm right.
I feel at home as a boy.
Because I'm a boy.
I am not your daughter.


(This one's a bit longer I know. But in someway this is more in my own experience with being trans.)

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