In the wet wax of the womb,
I was called Jonathan David.
It's a beautiful name -
biblical and boy.
I turned out to be neither.
From the first flower and star
of my cells in that primeval place,
I was clad in the skin
of a first born son.
My father spoke my sex
to the span and swell of my mother's belly.
He caressed and coaxed the chromosomes.
He called me to crown and come -
a reflective surface
in which he could see himself
But, I formed girl.
My mother gave me a name
inspired by some actress or another.
It's Irish, and I've heard
it means "warrior."
Appropriate enough, considering
the adventures I've had
and the trouble I've been.
I've grown up
and grown into it, I guess.
Still, I sometimes wonder if my father
would have been able to forget me
so easily if I was Jonathan.
And, does he ever regret not seeing
that a warrior can also be
a gift of God.
Note: In Hebrew, Jonathan means "gift of God."
For Grapeling's Little Prince word list at Real Toads. I was inspired by the descriptions of the foolish, narrow-minded adults the Prince encountered.