Oh father, I know I have grown.
Here's a poem I created on my own.
For you to sip your tea, and have some German chocolate.
Go ahead and take a seat.
In case you didnt know.
I'm not a heartless soul.
I'm not stuffed with sand, for I still bleed.
I know what's inside and outside me.
Theres no reason for you to be mean.
Your a human too, just like me.
I'm not a piece of fruit that you can just take a piece and leave.
I'm not the only one who knows your greed.
Your fake twisted jokes of others like me.
You make it so that it's hard for me to breath.
I'm not a doll you can just transform.
I'm sorry I wasn't a boy when I was born.
Maybe then father you may have stayed.
Unless your fake love has stained.
You talk to my brothers, but no longer me.
I'm the one of the bunch you can see.
So please father tell me, how many babys have you left by the tree.
You must think boys are more superior.
Or else you would still talk to me even when you leave the country.
Oh, my hope is lost, for I know you dont love me.