I've got a face full of doubt. I've got question marks where my eyes should be. I keep my eyes on the pavement, my head ducked down. I make myself invisible. This is not the man I meant to be.
I am a woman. I can't be defined on my own terms. Even to be more than just a girl, to be anything, I've got to find my masculinity.
I reside in an inner tension. I won't be resolved until I grow up. Become a man. I'm uncomfortable with my masculinity.
I'm ungendered. It falls away. I have no strength, no quality, I am nothing but enduring flesh. A weak sense of self will not do for me. I'm profound. I'm a picture of utility. I am rigour and insolvency.
