I will bring my daughter into this world,
and teach her my ways into surviving.
I will guide her and say, "baby girl,
when you go out in the world,
don't tell them that you were raised by two women.
Don't you dare because you'll get stares,
that will feel like knives trying to rip through your skin,
and you'll hear people speaking how selfish,
that two women could do that to a child with potential.
How wrong your mothers are in the name of God.
Baby girl, if there's one thing I request,
it's that you say you were raised with four eyes,
that could see the disgust in over thousands of faces,
four ears that could hear the ignorance,
when they heard the shouts that God wanted Adam and Eve,
two mouths that couldn't speak up for themselves,
because they were brainwashed into believing,
they had no right to due to all of society's hate,
four arms that made every attempt to be strong for you and fight off the world.
Baby girl don't forget to say that you were raised with four legs,
that your mothers used to runaway from themselves because they were so scared,
that if they caught up with themselves,
they wouldn't meet society's standards.
You say you were raised with two minds,
that thought alike and that is what brought them together,
and how we dreamt of days where our love can be looked upon rather than down.
I am growing tired of all this hatred and ignorance.
Baby girl show the world it is not about if you marry a man or a woman,
but about who you feel comfortable with when you tell them your most embarrassing stories,
who still puts a smile on your face,
and keeps the butterflies in your stomach fluttering around happily like they did on that first date.
Baby girl don't say that we are two women.
Don't disappoint me. "
- a.v.s