If I had to bring up a daughter

If I had to bring up a daughter,

I know that it will be hard.

She would be the prettiest,

With a few scars and stitches all around her body,

Because I will not stop her,

From going outside in the field and play with those hard rugby balls,

Even when it is raining cats and dogs or when the bright yellow sun is shining in June.

Scars are for the good.

They will be like life stones with stories behind them.

She will laugh a lot one day thinking about each one of them.

If I had to bring up a daughter,

I know that it will be hard.

She would be the happiest,

With pillows soaked in tears and insomniac nights,

Because I will not stop her,

From falling in love in high school with that one cute guy of the class,

Even if he finds every girl lovable on a weekly basis.

Heartbreaks are for the good.

They will teach her that it was not love if it stopped after a while.

She will have to wait for it and there could be a chance that it will never come by.

If I had to bring up a daughter,

I know that it will be hard.

She will be the softest,

With bruised knuckles and a taekwondo black belt,

Because I will not stop her,

From punching someone’s nose, eye or the entire face or kick someone’s balls whenever needed,

Even if she spends a night in the police custody for the same.

Bruises are for the good.

They will remind her how to react to eve teasing, whistles, unwanted comments, labels like cunt, whore or slut.

She will know what consent is and how important it is when it comes to her body.

If I had to bring up a daughter,

I know that it will be hard.

She would be the cutest,

With a couple of bad and messed up habits,

Because I will not stop her,

From leaving her wet towel on the bed or coming home drunk smelling like smoke,

Even if it is post the curfew time and with smudged eyes filed with no sign of regret.

Chaos is for the good.

It will teach her when to switch her double switch along with her favourite drink.

She will always find her way back home whenever she is lost and tired of finding herself.

If I had to bring up a daughter,

I know that it will be hard.

She would be the nicest,

With little packets of jealousy and countable number of selfish intentions,

Because I will not stop her,

From learning life the hard way and to keep on fighting to be the fittest and the meanest,

Even in this tough world with faces dipped in chocolate and coated in sugar.

Selfish motives are for the good.

They will guide her way out of the loopholes of being nice and sweet all the time.

She will learn that she can’t give away her personal peace, her space and time to everyone around her again and again.

If I had to bring up a daughter,

I know that it will be hard.

She will be the loyal one,

With the freedom to attach, detach and then move on,

Because I will not stop her,

From leaving a place, a person or even a job,

Even if it was her habit or only support making her weak and unstable with no satisfaction.

Betrayals are for the good.

They will tell her that no agreement, relationship or a state of mind can bound her happiness and has the power to cut her wings.

She will be capable to own the sky and define her own limits.

If I had to bring up a daughter,

I know that it will be hard.

She will be the most feminine one,

With the right to choose whatever she wants to wear, whosoever she wants to love and howsoever she wants to live,

Because I will not stop her,

From creating her own identity, her name, her face, her body, her hair,

Even if the guidelines of her gender doesn’t satisfy her wants.

Individuality is for the good.

It will make her understand how important it is to know herself before knowing anyone else, to choose herself before others.

She will know that she doesn’t have to be my son to be herself.

And if I have to bring up a son instead,

I know that it will be equally hard too.

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  1. A brilliant piece in the image of your dazzling self. It is good to read such a carefree extension of yourself come to life in your own words. Some parts were difficult to read, on some I would disagree. But it is nice, the package. The experience 😉

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