I Wish You Were a Boy
I wish you were a boy.
The ones my mother talks about with a forkful of mole poblano.
Singing me a fantasy of wedding cake and children.
Her passion threads a life of regret for me.
Sewing me up like a street vendors maría doll.
Finishing me off with a gown and a man.
How cruel.
Copyright © Taylor Mitchell | Year Posted 2020
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