Families pray for a
a boy
then comes a healthy girl
bright and wrapped in a pink blanket.
Some will wish for a
cheery girl
but fate changes plans
and they receive a
tough boy
with fists clenching the blue blanket.
As they grow:
The daughter heeds the words
"Wish we had a son."
Changes her dresses to sports shorts
long hair clipped to a pixie cut.
Her heart sinks as
her parent's regrets drown her.
The rough boy
peeks around the corner
as his mom hugs a barbie doll
whispers, "If only I had a girl."
Not knowing what to do
he slowly changes his looks
grows out his hair
and takes an interest in his mom's wardrobe.
Years fly by.
Both look in the mirror.
A daughter trying to be a son.
The son trying to be a daughter.
The mirror looks back,
"somethings, not right."
They feel trapped
in the displeasure of the regrets
and past wishes and prayers.
"Who am I?"
No answers.
Only cries of parents
asking God
"What did we do wrong?"
As their kids choose
their own lives
and make their own fates
listening to their hearts.
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