I have always been a woman

As my grandmother sews

Dresses for me

My legs hang sloppily off my seat

As my grandmother sews

I sit restlessly

My legs hang sloppily off my seat

I wonder if I am pretty 

I sit restlessly

Glaring at the mirror

I wonder if I am pretty

Never sure

Glaring at the mirror

My reflection next to his

Never sure

What he sees in me

Staring at my hand in his

Why don’t I trust what I see?

Save that thought for another day

Will I always be a woman?

Save that thought for a safer day 

Will I always be a woman?

As my friends cook together

Providing for me

My legs cross easily on my seat

My friends cook with me

We work noisily

My legs cross easily on my seat

I listen to their voices

We work noisily

A shoulder touch

I listen to the voices

Loving

A shoulder touch

She kisses me

Loving

I trust what I feel

She kisses me

I see myself

Through the reflection in her eyes

She believes me when I say

I have never been a woman