Could I Be A Son?
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Thursday, May 31, 2007
I know
I am female,
I cherish, with tears,
Each day dawning,
But, could I be a son?
I know,
I know
Nothing, with
Each day’s dawning,
But, could I be a son?
Even if
I was whining,
I would still rather be,
With each day dawning,
A daughter, and not
A bastardized son.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 5/31/07
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hard hitting
i am what i am love me
love that fact about me get over that and you'll see i am just what you wanted......done well
enjoyed
Either way, I think you got the better end of the deal my friend.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Such poignancy, here--
Thanks,
Dan