I have lived in those shadows owned by others.
Society has labeled me. I have no say in that. I am speechless, I cannot speak what my body urges me to shout.
I roared, I am a lioness and a lion. Both, trapped in the body of a girl, who wanted to be a boy. And now, I am a woman. Pride occupying my face. I roar.
What makes me myself? I am what I am. I can be a man and a woman. It is my own business to take care of.
What makes a man a man?
What makes a woman a woman?
What makes a human a human?
“Each night the men look so surprised,
I change my sex before their eyes.
Tell me if you can
What makes a man a man?”
