My name is Malik. I shall not give out my legal age because it is my belief that I died years ago. I have no age because i am stuck. I am prisoner to a young woman who has buried me deep inside her soul. But the fault is not hers, nor is it mine. The fault is nobodys because we were born this way. She proved to be stronger when i was to young and weak. She prevailed and entered this world. I did but only as a visitor watching her live what life was rightfully mine behind her eyes. When she cried, i consoled her. when she struggled to persevere, I lifted her up. But no more. It is now my turn to finally live. I wish to inhale the breath she has stolen from me and I will let her down easy I promise. Although she is not going peacefully, this fight will be my victory. 
I am transgender. This is my life and i will live it the best i know how. My body does not define me. My body does not determine my gender ... My soul does and it screams male. I am a young man, trapped in a young womans body traveling barefoot and shirtless through this shadow world with people all around me that have blind eyes and mute tongues and closed minds. I am bright and i will shine. Fuck conforming. I'm living in color!