Dear X,
I wrote a note for my mother.
Mother, I'm sorry
For never being your little girl
For never wearing skirts or makeup
Mother, I'm sorry
I don't want to dress nice
Or be 'ladylike'
I don't even know if I want to be a girl anymore
All the other girls made fun of me for having blue as my favorite color
Instead of pink
Or purple
Or red
Mother, I'm sorry
For still dressing like a boy
For still hating pink
Mother, I'm sorry
But it hurts when you grab me by the arm
And when you say 'I didn't weigh that much in middle school'
You need to let your little girl leave
Because she's destroying herself
While you're yelling about the laundry
Mother, I'm not sorry
For screaming that I hate you
It's not a lie
For not caring about my grades anymore
They don't matter
For refusing to listen you
You always interrupt me anyways
Mother, I'm not sorry for hating you
And I sure as hell won't be when I'm dead
-Casely
