When I was six I wanted a penis,
Asked my father when I got home,
Said I am what is between my legs,
Asked a teacher in recess,
Said I had to supress,
So I did what I was told.
Six years later I am still doing so,
But then my chest beginns to grow,
Parents shouting in their room,
People trying to assume,
'What's that person next to me?',
Dreaming of a different life,
Some siblings, a cat, the sea,
Without wounds from my own knife.
