They Say

They say they grieve Grieve the loss of their baby girl But I don't know how to get across I'm no longer their little pearl They just gloss Over the fact I'm no longer someone of bright pink swirls But the color of blue stained glass. They say they mourn Mourn the girl I'll never be Why can't they just listen? I'm still me I'm still one of their children They said they’d still love me, was that a lie? They call me a sin How come to be me there has to be a sacrifice? They say they cry Cry over the fact I no longer go by ‘she’ Why can't they just listen to what I have to say? No mom it's not just a phase No I'm not just a tomboy I told you who I was and my name.