Layout by: Jessie Claire Gozun
Published by: Sheewn Kenzie Fernandez
Date Published: March 27, 2025
Time Published: 12:37 PM
Category: Poetry
Subject: A daughter's struggle to be heard and truly understood.
They speak for me before I try,
Rewrite my thoughts with each reply.
They build my world, they set the stage,
Yet lock my voice inside a cage.
"Too weak, too bold, too fast, too slow,"
A daughter they refuse to know.
I reach—they pull; I bend—they break,
Molded for their peace, not for my sake.
I laugh—they scoff. I cry—they chide.
I dream—they shake their heads and sigh.
I speak—they turn. I stay—they stray.
A love that warps, yet won’t decay.
So tell me now, what must I be?
What mask to wear so they might see?
A stranger in my skin, unknown,
A daughter made—but not her own.
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