I am no daughter of yours
no son,
I am myself,
a picture of someone who is still
learning who I am,
despite all these years
Gender is a buffet, you see. And I’ve been starving all these years
not understanding those people who seem to eat the right things.
Here I have been, waiting at the table for my turn at the buffet,
and now I’ve discovered that there is no turn especially for me,
now I go to the buffet when I’m ready
consequences be damned.
I am no daughter,
no son of yours,
I am myself,
neither of those things you thought or maybe
you wanted
me to be.