A Look to the Future

Awoken by music
spilling out of the alarm clock.
Look up, it's time to get dressed.
Out of bed, rummaging around in the dark,
looking for something to wear.
Does she dare look for her skirt
to wear today?
Or should she stick with what her mother said,
Jeans and tee-shirts are better for her.
No.
She will be herself.
The girl pulls out her pink skirt,
accompanied by a white blouse,
out of her dresser
and puts it on.
She feels normal,
as if this is exactly
how it was supposed to be.
She knew it would infuriate her mother,
who could never accept that her son
was really her daughter inside.
After a glance into the mirror,
the girl decides it's best
to just get her mother to accept
the fact that the son she had loved
had never truly existed.
The girl pins back her hair,
pushed back her shoulders,
and left her room.
She headed straight for the kitchen,
knowing that was where her mother would be.
She said hello to her mother,
a grunted reply returned,
and sits down,
ready to face another day of ridicule
in order to be herself.


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