Free to be me
When I was young I had this dream
I dream that I was a girl, with long hair in curls
I would run and play in the sunshine in my pretty sundress
Amongst the flowers with butterflies and bees.
Then I would awake
And realize that it was only a dream.
I was a boy with short hair and wore shorts
I would play in the garden and wonder why I dreamed like I did.
Then night would come
I would dream again that I was a pretty girl playing
Under a tree in the garden with dolls and tea set
Why, why would I dream
Dream the dreams that I did, was I a girl
Not a boy even though everyone told me that I was one
Then as I got older
I found that I was a girl inside, a woman
As I grew up I started to change the outside
To match the inside and happiness was what I found.
Free to be me,
Free form the social bounds that held me
Free to be me
Free from out of the closet doors that his me
Free to be me
Free from the social perceptions that trapped me
Free to be me
Free in the world that accepts me for me
Free to be me
This is my story....boy....girl....man...woman, the true me
Andrea Elva mulder 2008
This Girl in the Mirror
Who is this girl in the mirror?
Is she someone I know?
A cousin, girlfriend or someone else?
Do I know her, is she real?
Could she be someone from deep inside?
Is she, that girl inside of me?
She has to come out.
She has to live.
I cannot live this lie anymore.
I must set her free.
If I do not she will die and so will I.
This girl in the mirror.
She is me.
The true me, that lay hid.
Hidden so deep for far too long.
Today I will set her free.
And become who I really am.
This girl in the mirror I see, is me.
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