BORN TO BE

If my son Prefers Barbie over Batman Dora over Diego Flowers over trucks If he chooses Minnie over Mickey Daisy over Donald Pink over blue If he prefers dolls over action figures Ballet over baseball Dresses over dockers If he prefers Heels over Jordans Sheroes over heroes Gaga over Ghostface If he is inspired By Frida and Steinem Vogues to Madonna And twerks to J Lo If he dreams Of a white laced wedding In the dress His mother wore I will celebrate him Paint his world in rainbows Always find God In the center of his eyes Surround him with heaven Until his personal pronoun Fits comfortably in his mouth Assure him That the closets in this house Have no doors That the sun in this house Will shine its light so bright on him That he will be able To hear the sunrise I will show him That in this house Pride has a home He will not hear me Stain Stonewall With the word riot He will hear Stonewall Rising He will see Stonewall rising I will light candles For the lives maliciously snatched From their flesh by hate To show him They are also in God's arms I will pray That he never knows What a goodbye kiss feels like I will hold him tight Every day and every night Like many fathers Never did Wish they did But no longer can I will hold him Like tomorrow Might not come He is my son And if he Prefers she If he prefers To be my daughter I will embrace Celebrate And love All who he is And was born To be