I do not have a daughter.

It is not because my body has not yet physically matured,
nor do I have an inability to bear children,
It is not because I have not yet been touched by a man,
It has nothing to do with my family’s religion or where we call home
But my acknowledgement of my inability to care for myself
Never mind another human being.

It would be nice to see her for the first time though.
Knowing that for nine months my body formed, molded,
and created something beautiful
Regardless of how her features were arranged she would be
just that, beautiful.
Because she would be an extension of me
Another part of my body.

I would dress her in pink with perfectly combed pigtails
And send her off to school with notes hidden in her lunchbox
To remind her that where she comes from is full of love
That the foundation her home was built on was love.