I’m moving on,

From who you made me,

I’m looking ahead to a new life,

To each and every discovery.

 

I’ll never be enough for you,

But I don’t have to be,

My life is not yours to dictate,

I see things you cannot see.

 

My heart aches for what once was,

Now that I see the light,

Your rules and roles don’t define me,

Now I can put up a fight.

 

Do you think me a child,

To order around and run my life?

I am not who I was last year,

I’ve lived through so much strife.

 

I can’t go back in time,

And just remember the good,

I can’t erase the bad,

From everything we withstood.

 

When will you see you need help,

Just as much as I?

Please listen to those who love you,

So your tired wings can fly.

 

So much anger, so much love,

I could write one hell of a book,

About my trials, about my life,

About the path I almost took.

 

“Poor little white girl,” they might say,

“Thinks she had it so tough.”

But have they been in my shoes?

Have they seen why it’s been so rough?

 

When your gender defines you,

You can’t understand the pain,

Being taught you’re made for one life,

It’s just so friggin insane!

 

There were too many years,

I believed everything you said,

But I am a person, a woman,

And I will go where I’m led.

 

Where I’m going is up to God,

I’m going where I’m drawn,

There’s so much I can do,

Because I’m moving on.