Can you see who I am?
Can you look beyond skin?
Beyond hair?
Beyond Physique?
Can you see me?
Or do you see the machinations of reality?
A girl who’s just pretty.

I think, I dream, I see.
I want to be.
More than whom you let me.
Why must I hide behind a smile?
Allow myself to be defiled?
By the very thought you think when you see who I am.
I question, “Would it be the same thought if I were a
man?”