I’m really very sorry,
That I was born this way.
I’m really, truly, sorry,
That this won’t go away.
I know it is just awful,
To have a child as me;
And you must have a chestful,…
Of disappointment, and plea….
To your God, “Oh Why? Oh Why?”….
“Was I burdened with such?”
“A child so sinful to mortify,
My holy human touch?”
Children as that: all the same;
They all have the disease!
There is no cure for its’ name,
Or its’ eyes which displease.
I know you deeply hate me,
For being born this way.
Down on my knees I could plea,
But this won’t go away.
Sorry you had to bother.
Messed up your perfect plan.
Please, won’t you forgive me father,
For being a woman?
K. Aldaya, 8/26/13
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