This is Me

My voice was taken away at a 20 week scan when my parents were told I was a girl,
That they should buy pink clothes,
For I would come into their lives a bundle of pink,
Of roses and love,
Sickly sweet and a little princess.
I drenched their pink world with blue rain,
For it seems dungarees and toy cars are not suitable for princesses.
I burned down their make believe world and gave them a true land,
But people fall in love with ideas not reality and I was their baby girl.
For my mother refused to cut my hair as I was her 4 year old daughter,
And she assured me I didn't want to have "boy hair".

With hair down to my ribcage it chokes like a noose as my mother put lipgloss on for my disco,
She told me I must impress the boys with my pink dress although I swore I could be her princess in pastel blue.
I want to make her proud as I'm the only princess she has but my tiara does not belong.
I look longingly at my crush and am told by my father that I am too young to know I like girls,
But to love boys is perfectly okay.

I plead with my mother for just one haircut,
But she says I will look like a lesbian with that style,
And our family pride is more important than my happiness.
I beg her to let me wear these jeans,
Or no makeup,
Or for her please to let me tie my hair up.
She tells me I am her Princess.
For I belong to her.
I have let her down by not wanting this dress but I cry every night because what am I?
I am not a person myself but merely a creation of two people joining together,
I must share their opinions as they are all I know but I must break from these chains.
For breathing in their air is just as bad as having no air to breathe,
I must find my own air and breathe it,
For I do not belong in a tiara,
Not do I belong in lipgloss,
This hair is holding me back from being a king and my world has been f*****g blue from the start.

I am a King.
I belong in a crown,
I choose what air I breathe,
I choose what lessons I preach,
I choose what I do because I owe nothing to anybody but myself.
If I had not found my voice,
I would be trapped in a world of pink marshmallow,
Drowning in sweetness.
But I found my ocean and my sky and they don't appear behind people's eyes they are mine.
This is me.

Reviews

[cs]

Well written. I could feel your emotions and your desire to be you and not what others want you to be.