There is a world out there
Where my daughter was born.
She inherited my mind and my curly hair,
But she didn’t have to carry my pain—
Because I came before her,
And the world around her was better.

There is a world out there
Where my son was born.
He inherited my softness and empathy,
But he didn’t have to feel like an outlier.
He never had to hide his gentle heart,
Or pretend to be hard through his pain—
Because I came before him,
And the world around him was better.

There is a world out there
Where I was born exactly as I am,
But I didn’t have to suffer
Or carry so much pain—
Because someone came before me,
And the world around me was better.