Princes
"Princes."
"Princes."
The word cuts through my skin.
"Baby girl."
"Baby girl."
"You'll always be our baby girl"
The words hurt and fester inside.
The pain I feel when you tell me that I will look like a boy,
Because the feeling inside of me because of my urge to scream that that was the point.
But i stay quiet.
I cried that night;
Did you know that?
I will never tell you this until I don't have to see your eyes as your baby girl leaves.
But she never existed, she was but a figment built on ignorance and lies.
No matter if you except me or not because I will understand that your sad;
Because you raised a girl for sixteen years by now.
If you never want to see me again I will understand, I will leave because I love you too much to see your sadness and disappoint mint from loosing the one thing you've always wanted.
You thought you had a baby girl but I'M A BOY NOT A GIRL!!!!
But I still love you and I don't think that will ever change.
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