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Dear Daddy,
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I just wanted to thank you
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for looking after me so well.
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Even though I’m not yet born.
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I know you already try
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harder than Superman.
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You won’t even let mommy eat sushi.
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But I need to ask you a favor.
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Warning,
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It’s about boys.
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Because, you see,
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I will be born a girl,
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which means that
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by the time I’m fourteen,
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the boys in my class
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will have called me
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a whore, a bitch, a cunt
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and many other things.
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It’s just for fun of course.
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Something boys do,
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so you won’t worry
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and I understand that.
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Perhaps you did the same
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when you were young,
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trying to impress some of the other boys.
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I’m sure you didn’t mean anything by it.
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Still, some of the people
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won’t get the joke.
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And funnily enough,
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it isn’t any of the girls,
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it’s some of the boys.
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So by the time I turn sixteen,
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a couple of the boys will have
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snuck their hands down my pants
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while I’m so drunk
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I can’t even stand straight.
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And although I say no,
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they just laugh.
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It’s funny right?
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If you saw me daddy,
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you would be so ashamed,
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because I’m wasted.
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No wonder I’m raped
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when I’m twenty-one.
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Twenty-one and on my way home
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in a taxi driven by the son of a guy
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you went swimming with every Wednesday.
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The guy who always told insulting jokes.
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But they were of course only jokes,
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so you laughed.
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Had you known that his son
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would end up raping me,
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you would’ve told him
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to get a grip.
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But how could you know?
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He was just a boy
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telling weird jokes
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and in any case it wasn’t your business.
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You were just being nice.
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But his son, raised on these jokes,
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becomes my business.
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Then finally I meet Mr. Perfect.
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and you’re so happy for me daddy
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because he really adores me
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and he’s smart with a great job
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and all through the winter
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he goes cross country skiing
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three times a week just like you.
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But one day he stops being Mr. Perfect,
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and I don’t know why.
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Wait, am I overreacting?
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One thing I do know,
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I’m not the victim type.
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I’m raised to be a strong
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and independent woman.
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But one night it’s just
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all too much for him.
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With work and the in-laws
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and the wedding coming up
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so he calls me a whore,
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just like you called a girl
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in middle school a whore once.
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Then another day he hits me.
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I mean I’m way out of line,
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I can really be a bitch sometimes,
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but we’re still the world’s greatest couple
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and I’m so confused because
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I love him and I hate him
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and I’m not sure
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if I really did do something wrong,
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and then one day
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he almost kills me.
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It all goes black.
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Even though I have a PhD,
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a fantastic job,
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I’m loved by my friends and family,
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I’m well brought up
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and nobody saw this coming.
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Dear daddy,
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this is the favor I want to ask;
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one thing always leads to another.
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So please stop it
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before it gets the chance to begin.
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Don’t let my brothers call girls whores,
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because they’re not.
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And one day some little boy
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might think it’s true.
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Don’t accept insulting jokes
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from weird guys by the pool
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or even friends,
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because behind every joke,
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there is always some truth.
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Dear daddy,
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I know you will protect me
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from lions, tigers, guns, cars and even sushi
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without even thinking about
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the danger to your own life.
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But dear daddy,
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I will be born a girl,
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please do everything you can
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so that that won’t
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stay the greatest danger of all.