An Invitation 

I want you hold my hand and walk with me 

dance with me and don't let go...

 I didn't chose life,

 I was chosen

 if I could, I would... choose a beautiful home, warm family, mother and father, siblings to share my joy

 if I could I would choose to be president of my class,

 I would have it all...

the clothes? the car? 

I would dream tonight and have it tomorrow.

 if I could I would end the suffering I had to endure,

 I would choose to have someone to call mother,

 a home to run to, 

a father to protect me...

if I could I would choose love. 

I would choose to not be female, 

so I don't wrong the world. so I do not be a victim of rape, abuse, rejection...

 I would choose the gender so acceptable and justified. 

a gender not second hand, and not have to apologize for breathing... 

I was chosen 

so I want you to:

 hold my hand and walk with me 

dance with me and never let go 

teach me to breath and smile...basic right?

 but tragedy happened and stole the innocent basic principle of life... LOVE 

hold my hand... love my scars and kiss my wound hear my silence and see the treasure within 

exchange my vision for yours for mine has been caged

 tears after tears, day after day

 motherhood I know, not because I gave birth but because I was thrown in 

walk with me...for though I have a dream the thorns on my path have bled my feet that I only have enough strength to sit and nurse the wound... 

dance with me.... through the gun shot, the cry the hunger and strain 

like a ballerina twisting and turning

 show me how to dance my way through the storm so I come out on the other side...

 hold my hand and walk with me...

 dance with me and never let go...

till the smile cracks through the scar till my identity is not my wrapped in my situation 

don't let go... 

till my wounds Is...but another page.

 hold may hand and walk with me.

 dance with me and don't let go