Breast or Chest?

She was slender with 34 B sized cups,
And he was gangly as a gargoyle.
She had full red lips,
While he hid bulk under his ‘I didn’t do it!’ t-shirt.
She struck with words,
He struck with fists,
Out of both, she hurt the most.
“Mommy, can’t God just change me to a boy?”
No, you were condemned to a life of size-twos and frilly pom-poms,
Yet you fought so hard till you broke.
Everyday, coming home, hand over stomach,
Heart filled with tears.
“mommy, I wish God made me a boy.”
Words I now know bit at her.
But words I rolled out with dry heaves and bloody-tissues.
“This is how a girl should be”
Tea parties with chipped china,
And pants stained by grass.
This is who I wanted to be,
To defy the ‘girl code’
To be the boy,
I knew I would never
Become.