Waking up in the morning, is no longer a challenge,
Finally I’m feeling a fraction of the happiness I’ve craved for years,
Finally free of the daily torture,
But still not fully accepted for me,
Hearing that I’m not the daughter my mother wanted,
Knowing she’s disappointed,
Are struggles that still remain,
Being me isn’t fully accepted by my mother, family, society,
It isn’t understood by many,
I’m told daily that I’m wrong, and “not normal”
Yet i’m learning that being accepted isn’t something I need,
As long as I’m me, I’m happy,
I am a girl, who loves boys and girls,
And that is never changing.