It was and is 
not easy for me 
I beg don't make it harder   
You will not understand 
and I can't make you to feel  
how it feels 
when your body can't hold your heart 
How it feels 
when you know in your veins 
what you feel 
but barricade between your body and mind
will not let you 
feel your feelings   
How it feels 
when the world address you  
Dude 
and you afraid 
the girl  you are trying hard 
to coffined in your heart 
will show up   
 I wish I could show you 
my pain filled abortive trials 
to push hard  
even the tiniest bulging meat on my body 
deep inside into my skeleton  
I wish I could show you 
Pain of pretension 
  
Pretension of walking straight
Pretension of speaking loud 
Pretension of being brave 
at the time of drooping in fear 
that you will be identified 
and termed as a queer   
I wish I could make you realize
helplessness of being a public secret 
anguish of dying out of respect 
and living in agony 
because your body  
is not answerable to anatomy   
When you all wanna prove your identity 
I am begging you 
please let mine go 
because
my identity 
can not be identified 
by the tiny part between my legs   
Please tell me  
how long I need to beg   
to find the place 
where my body will not be dissected 
to discover 
my hearts gender 
  
Please tell me 
how long......?                
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