A symbolic look at my life's journey. |
I didn’t want to be this way, I never had a choice, I awoke from slumber in the past, With seemingly no voice. A man with legs? Is this right? I asked myself one morn, Of course, is there another way? This was how I’s born. But nothing dared to fit, it seemed, Damn the evidence, I felt so wronged, I shall not lie, I needed recompense. “This body, it’s not right,” I claimed, Crying, begging still, Hysterically they laughed at me, A boy, against my will. I needed to escape this life, The sea it ever called, This form, this life enclosed I was, Shut within these walls. But suddenly a path appeared, A mermaid? Could I be? A life of freedom ever more, A life beneath the sea. They said it’s just not possible, "You're crazy, even ill, A human being belongs on land, Never growing gills." To the sea I ran, as it called, My vision never failed, Gills I grew, and fair I was, With my mermaid’s tail. How could they believe I was, Anything but me? Despite their claim, “You are a man,” A maid I’ll ever be. |