Daughter-Mercedes They called me names…and they hurt I am a daughter, of you, her, him, them, us we of mother earth Am I not allowed to be a daughter, because of the bosom I don’t have (yet!!) The children I will never be able to bare (but can adopt)or because my name is not Cindy or Natasha or maybe because I went to my matric dance as a boy because I was expected to…I ask you? Am I not you daughter because growing up I couldn’t wear pink or was not allowed to grow my hair or maybe because I did not look like any of your daughters? Well I tell you today I am your daughter because I am a sister, aunt and someday will be a mother and wife! I am a daughter because my journey to womanhood is also not without struggle and pain! I am your daughter not because of the wake up slap on my face or the dresses I wear not because my lips are a dazzling shade of red I am a woman, daughter, aunt, woman all because I know I am! ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Posted on: Fri, 06 Sep 2013 14:11:19 +0000
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