I am notYour daughterThe apple that slippedThrough your browncalloused mouthWas never meantFor me
But I seeYouWithin meOur vision cloudedBy the heartacheDe nuestra MadreGritando“¿Por que?¿Por que?¿Por que?”Why did theyTakemy Daughters?
NacíWith a bodyThat betrayed meMi india&My gender@ oddsThere is no factory settingBut they told meI was builtWrong
And soDo youPeroYo sí séQue somosHermanasBecause who elseCould seeInsideMy queer brown (trans) womanHeart?