Sharp clarity in how I see.
I was a deliciously happy child until someone told me I wasn't a
girl; I just thought they were being mean.
They tell me I'm made of slugs and snails and puppy dogs tails and not sugar and spice and all things nice and so I can't have a pretty dress.
I know not to ask for a pretty dress they will laugh at me
WORRIED and STUTTERING
M-m-m-mum told me b-b-boys don't grow up to be ladies.
I f-f-f-felt sick for d-d-d-days
.... d-d-d-dreams dashed!
I dreamed that I was really a girl and
they made a mistake
I made my first communion
I didn't have a pretty white dress
I loved my being-a-girl dream so much
that I dreamt every it night;
Every night ... every day
© Copyright Julie Peters 1999