Shana Carroll
May 22 · 1 min read
Banksy girl with flower balloon Photo by Karim MANJRA on Unsplash

I’m sorry I was not a better son

Time is precious,

and what’s said can’t be undone
I am not who you thought
I am not who you thought

For I was never born your son

I’m sorry you didn’t want your daughter

so don’t shed a tear for me
your love was lost in life’s constant toil
I’m sorry you didn’t want your daughter.

I’m sorry you will not see my joy

my heart is not a doormat,

you do not get to trample her

She needs protection,

so next time you knock

Don’t be surprised the door is locked.

I’m sorry you didn’t want a daughter.

don’t shed a tear for me
enjoy me as a ghost of a memory

I’m sorry you will never see the woman I’ve grown to be.

The Transition Transmission

The place to embrace the Triumphs and Tribulations of those who Transitioned and risked everything to live authentically.

Shana Carroll

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My journey as a transwoman navigating life in the Bible Belt, living as witch, and fighting the cistem.

The Transition Transmission

The place to embrace the Triumphs and Tribulations of those who Transitioned and risked everything to live authentically.

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