Me

Can you see who I am? Can you look beyond skin? Beyond hair? Beyond Physique? Can you see me? Or do you see the machinations of reality? A girl who’s just pretty. I think, I dream, I see. I want to be. More than whom you let me. Why must I hide behind a smile? Allow myself to be defiled? By the very thought you think when you see who I am. I question, “Would it be the same thought if I were a man?”