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...