We all have our secrets
and crosses to bear. Some we can see
and some we will never know have been there.
My special daughter was once a son.
You would not know it if you met her.
How many have we met not knowing?
Please don't judge her
by how things are supposed to be
because they are not.
Appreciate the beauty and the irony.
She will not harm you or change you
except to soften your prejudices.
It's hard to imagine how it feels inside,
but everyone has some burden
and the need to be who they are.