Life 2.0. Vol III: One More Collection Of Mostly Short Sweet Stories

I Am Her

Mom, Dad,
I know your whispers in the night,
The longing for lace and softer dreams,
The sun glittering on a girl you wanted,
But here I stand, a little boy,
My heart wearing the hues of pink and flowers,
Fragile like the petals that flutter down
During those long summer afternoons.

Mom, I see the longing in your eyes, 
the soft whispers of dreams, 
A daughter to twirl in sunlight, 
to wear pretty dresses, 
to grow into the girl you wished for in hidden prayers. 
I can be that girl. 
I am ready to unfold like a flower.

Please hear me, 
as I gently lay my heart at your feet. 
I am not the boy you thought you had, 
but something tender, 
something sweet, 
I am soft and eager,  ready to be stripped of all that is masculine,
a spirit who longs to wear 
delicate things.

I am not the boy you thought you knew,
Trapped in this fragile shell,
I want to shed the walls that bind me,
Grow soft, feminine, beautiful—

Oh, Mom, I want to stand beside you,
to love like you love, perfectly poised,
To find a man just like Dad, steady and true,
To walk in the light of a shared dream,
To twirl in a world where I am finally whole.

Mom, buy me many dresses, 
flowing and bright, 
sandals that jingle with each step, 
Color my toenails like rainbows, 
let me feel each color, 
every hue dancing on the tips of my toes.

Mom, please, pierce my ears like yours, 
Let them dance with the glimmer of tiny diamonds,
let them shine, 
Braid my hair, 
let it cascade like dreams, 
twist it into stories,
Each strand a tale of who I long to be.
I crave the feel of ribbons
that tie my soul to a vision,
Bracelets that jingle with hopes,
All the symbols of the girl I am.

Paint my fingernails, a splash of pink,
Something delicate, something sweet.
Dress me in lace, 
Wrap me in the softness I crave, 
shiny tights that hug, 
Panties that whisper secrets 
of femininity below.
To feel the fabric embrace my skin,
To twirl in the mirror,
Like the princess in your heart.

My heart aches for the tenderness of love,
To find a boy who will take my hand,
Who will teach me the secret dances of the marriage bed,
The gentle ways of being sweet,
As I play the role of the girl
Who was always smothered inside.

I want to whisper sweet nothings
And experience the magic beneath the stars,
The thrill of love in every soft caress,
Where I am the girl of his dreams.

Show me the secrets wrapped in silk, Momma,
The whispered laughter of girls,
The way they flirt and giggle,
The way they bloom,
The way they are adored.

Mom, fix me,
Paint my heart in pastels,
Make me the dream of your imaginings—
The girl you desired to raise,
I only want to be her.

Dad, help me, please,
Strip me of all masculinity,
Rob me of the weight I never wanted,
Rip me from the confines of expectation,
Let me shed the shell that clings too tight.
Slice away from between my legs, the cursed manhood I never wanted,
Let me blossom into the full color
Of who I am inside—
lovely, tender, sweet—
A quiet strength in my softness,
A fierce love in my gentle heart.
Let me bring the girl you always wanted, home.

Mom, Dad, I AM your daughter, 
the one you dreamed of, 
A girl who walks softly in this world, silently,
With grace and hope, asking 
to be held in your embrace 
and dressed in your visions,
Beautiful, feminine, submissive,
Not weak, but strong in this truth, 
Love overflowing from my heart, 
Ready to become who I truly am. 

Mom, Dad please accept me, 
Let me make you proud, 
Shame the maleness from my soul,
If it means I can finally breathe,
Let me unfold like a flower kissed by dawn,
For I am the girl waiting, 
the daughter yearning to bloom.

Curse this masculine cloud hovering overhead, let it fade,
So I can rise like the dawn,
with curves that sing of beauty,
with softness that invites, for
I am her,
the girl you desired,
The gentle heart, the radiant spirit,
The love I carry, bright and true.

From the deepest part of me,
I am her....

I am your daughter