To all my husky voiced sistas

I sound like a man,

I am convinced of it. 

That would be ok if I was a man, but I am not.

I crave to be feminine, 

Light,

Airy, 

Beautiful. 

But my voice is like my body.

Heavy,

Deep,

Strange.

I hate it.

My sister sounds just like me.

On the phone my mother cannot tell us apart.

My sister is beautiful.

It does not add up. 

My voice defines me,

but hers gives her strength.