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I knew this wasn’t going to be
Easy for you.

I knew that you can’t just erase
The past twenty-four years.

Still I had high hopes for you,
You were the first I trusted
With this knowledge.

The first to comfort me
When I confided I thought
I was an abomination .

So when I told you my name
I expected it to be awkward.

Expected it to be a struggle,
But I believed you’d try,
That at least with you
I wouldn’t have to
Fight this battle.

After I asked you the third time
I gave up.

Confrontation never was
My strong suit, and
I hate to admit this,
But you not embracing me
When I needed it most
Left me questioning
My very nature.

Now every time you refuse
To say my name
I fight an urge to strangle you.

I thought this was okay,
I thought you said I
Could be your daughter.