Just Your Child

To be your child.

What would it mean to be your child?

Would you still be proud?

And when they refuse to treat me right, 

Would you stand up and be loud?

When the monsters come to take us,

Would you protest in a crowd?

To be your daughter.

I know what it means to be a daughter

It means to be loved.

And when I’m pushed around and bullied, 

You’d stand up loud and tough.

But your daughter wears a mask,

And to keep a facade is too rough. 

If I was your child,

I know I’d be happy as your child.

But would you love me past the mask?

When I’m out as myself,

Would you let me just relax?

When I’m finally happy,

Would you bother me to ask..

Why can’t you be my daughter?

Why must you be my child?

Because

To just be your child 

To be your child is to be myself.

And the freedom feels so great.

I feel like I’m floating through the sky,

‘Cause I’ve let go of that weight.

Though you may not understand, mother,

To be your child is my fate.