My girl

I have seen her grow up
Uncovering herself from thick classes
To  a comfortable sight
From her first
Meeting with the razor
To coloring her hair red
I have seen her long flowing hair
Only to a boy cut
Only to grow up again
I have seen her trajectory
Her pursuit of dreams
I have heard crying
Loudly in the washrooms
I have seen her
Becoming
Her shifting ideologies
In rain
And in the sun
Now I sit back to watch her
From distance
Perhaps like her Dad
To see
My girl
become
someone else..