transsexuals are very passive
i wasn’t really my mothers child,
i was her idea of a child.
but, unforgivingly, i wasn’t.
i grew up like kudzu; over the lamps and candles.
i went so far as to grow over the portraits and crosses on the wall.
i said everything i wasn’t meant to.
my mother has me standing with my back to her
as she brushes my hair, which was longer in her mind.
then she tells me how much she wished she had a daughter.
the title is a line taken out of the silence of the lambs go watch it if u havent
