Identity in Society

To the society that took my innocence,

I have breasts,

And I have a vagina,

But the biological makeup of my body

Does not make me any less powerful

Than those with a bulge between their legs.

My hair curls in defiance,

My skin browns with confidence,

I am not less of a human

Than those with cherished blue eyes,

And adored ivory skin.

At times my mind dwells on

Things that I cannot control,

And my cheeks are littered

With tears of loneliness and heartache,

But that does not mean that my knees crumble.

I have fallen into defeat,

Perhaps too many times to count,

But that does not mean that I will never meet success.

You lied to a unique little girl,

A child too young to understand,

That she was splendid the way she was.

With love,

Camilla