The Woman I am no mirror can see
My breast are still small and my voice is so deep
The Woman I am unable
She cannot
Feel love
I wish to cut my genitals and feed them to the dogs
The woman I am prepared to receive the pain
The needles shall burn only the ugly remains
Suppression is impossible I must live it out
My true self is female how could I ever doubt
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