Bringing me into a world that has forgotten
What once was created a lone being;
A guardian for the world;
A duality by itself;
Surviving without companionship for Millenia;
My mother knew, did she not?
She prepared everything in blue,
Expecting a boy.
Instead, I was born.
Did I not develop enough to be a boy?
I was celebrated.
A soul being born;
Taking physical form as a girl.
I was the oldest;
Given the name of the highest among all girls;
But goddesses don’t wear blue.
And I love blue.
Did my mother feel it?
I would wear blue every day;
Surround myself with it in every way.
I’ve never liked pink except on a Lotus or Rose.
Never on a dress I was given to wear.
I would change those divine flowers to blue if I could.
But I cannot change myself.
I like being a girl.
Even as a woman…older now than my mother
When I was born,
Deep inside…I am a girl.
Except on days when a childhood thought seeps through;
I should have been a boy.
And on the days when I feel the duality.
I am not 100% girl.