Guided by my father...
how to make myself harder
I often ended in mamma's drape
as the final way to escape...
and asked, "Lord! Why I wasn't born a daughter?"

I used to escape the school...
to find momma knitting with the wool
In her protective hands...
away from hardships,
my sister's little fingers and...
came the disappointment, Lord! Why I wasn't born a daughter?"

Hammering nails in the fence
out in the sun I could sense...
my sister trying hands on an apple pie
and standing lonely under the sky...
I screamed," Lord! Why I wasn't born a daughter?"

Every Sunday noon...
I woke up with my mother's perfume
A flawless beauty that even a mirror would admire
and I...dying to wear her frilly attire...
gloomed,"Lord Why I wasn't born a daughter?"

I would apologize for my silliness...
but I can't cry out my weakness
I am still soft beneath my hardness
Wishing I were pampered like sis in love's harness...
I plead,"Lord! Why I wasn't born a daughter?"

I have stepped out of my daddy's cradle...
straight into his shoes
But I wish it were mamma's pink sandals
that could understand my ankles' woes and...
I cry,"Lord! Why I wasn't born a daughter?"