Don’t call me your Daughter Don’t call me your daughter I haven’t been that for a while. I gave away all my dresses Swapped my lacy things for boxers and binders No amount of “she” Is going to change the truth: I will not grow out my hair again for you No matter how many times you ask I will not wear the dresses No matter how many times you beg I will always wear my binder No matter how many times you try to bury it in places across the house like the way I try to hide pictures of myselfFrom before, from myself The ones as I am, from youI will not go by she or her I will not go by the name you choseyou picked for methe name you thought I would grow to be Since you looked at my face less than an hour born, my eyes not even open Did you really think you could predict what I would see in myself 18 years later? Call me as I am See me as I am Love me as I am Or not at all You must lose me as your daughter If you wish to still have me.
F WORD VOL. VIII
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