The Birth of Someone New

A poem about a trans female. The parent is unaccepting, but the ending results in a different way.

You look at your clock it’s, 4:21 am

Your husband in the driver’s seat taking you to the hospital 

You take heavy breaths with your cold hands pressed against your warm stomach

You can feel the pressure of the baby

Before he was even born you swore to love your child unconditionally 

You arrive at the hospital immediately taken to a room, and you knew that when you left your world was going to change forever

It’s now been six hours and you sit there holding your baby in your arms

“It’s a handsome baby boy” the doctors tell you

You dream of what your son will be when he is all grown up

Maybe an athlete, or possibly a businessman

You then kiss the forehead of your baby boy with a smile 

You swear again that you will always love him

As you are on your way home, you continue to gaze towards your newborn son

You’ve created a form of life here upon the earth

As years pass by, your child grows up, becoming nothing you want him to be

You even get embarrassed to go to the store with him 

Your son rushes towards the dress rack, asking if you will buy him the lovely pink dress, telling you on how cute he would look in it,

You shake your head no, and you tell him once more “The suits are meant for you, you’re a boy”

He then screams “I don’t wanna be a boy”

This is your normal routine, you take your son out of the store

On the drive home, you yell at him, “what are you?!”

You continue to ask until he is in tears as he says  in defeat, “I am a boy”

He turns to you to ask, “what happened, why can’t you just love me for who I am, like you said you would”

You finally remember your promise and all the moments

You think of the time when he was in kindergarten, and he wanted the cute backpack with butterflies all over it

Or when he came home from the party with a pink party hat instead of blue one

Or when on Halloween he asked to have the costume with the fairy wings, but you dressed him as a pirate 

All you can hear are the horns honking at you as you halt the traffic, and the rain splashing on the window. 

You pull over, with tears rushing down your face, and turn towards your son, and say “I will always love you, and I can accept you for who you are”

And finally she is born 

The end