I’m not a Man. I never will be.
There is no dagger in my smile. When I smile, it’s just that- a smile. I smile when I feel joy. I can’t be anything other than what I am.
I am prey to the swaying of my thoughts, so I will bow my head. I will beat my fists against the tiled floor and curse the Creator for making me as I am.
I cannot be any other than as I am. I long to be a Man- to be free to do as I please with little to no consequence.
I long to walk alone at night, with nothing but the stars to guide me. I can’t, or rather, shouldn’t. It isn’t safe for me to do so. If I am accosted, it is my fault for allowing it.
I am not a Woman. I never will be.
I am not fierce; a fire burning brighter than the very stars themselves. I’ve never burned bright enough for anyone to notice.
There is no power to the sway of my hips. My smile does not hide secrets. I have no secrets.
I long to bewitch and ensnare, but I cannot.
I have neither a Man’s mind nor a Woman’s might.
I cannot be anything other than what I am.