Who am I?

Son or Daughter?

Who am I suppose to be?

Mother or Father?

Why did God make me this way?

Nothing feels right,

Nothing looks right,

My mind screams Man,

When my body screams Woman.

My heart sees total imperfection.

My flaw is my sex.

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