Is it so hard to accept someone for who they are?
If it didn't matter then, why must it matter now?
You said you didn't care whether they were girl or boy,
But now you say that you raised a daughter, not a son.
Why is it so hard to accept it now, but so easy before?
Just accept who your child is, is it really that hard?
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My Poems
PoesíaJust a bunch of my poems. Most of them are pretty depressing. Sorry.