Not Your Average Child

Dresses, skirts, and tights:

They hurt me but they make you smile.

I don't know how to tell you that I don't like 'girly things' but your smile is worth almost any pain.

Bring on the dresses, tights, and skirts. 

 

Dresses, high-heels, and jeans:

I feel a little better but I still hurt. 

I tried to tell you that I don't like feminine things but your smile is still worth this pain.

Bring on the dresses, high-heels, and jeans.

 

T-shirts, jeans, and boy clothes:

I feel much more comfortable but you don't.

You started realizing that I don't like feminine things.

Your smile isn't as bright as it used to be and you wonder if my smile is worth this pain.

Bring on the t-shirts, jeans, and boy clothes.

 

Bow-ties, boy clothes, and short haircuts:

I'm finally becoming who I was always intended to be.

You finally realized who I am.

Your smile is brighter than ever before because you see that mine is, too.

Bring on my new life.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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