Knowing your authentic self; and accepting it.

*The Man In The Mirror*

My reflection doesn’t lie
Every time I focus my eyes
I see my authentic self
He looks a bit like my ego
Strong bold and handsome
Unlike the delicate soft beauty
I feel when my fingers grace my skin
I am a woman-
On the outside
A man within…
But my lips don’t part long enough
For the world to hear my whispers
That cold night sweats
Draw out the fear of dreams
That if, I wished upon a star before sleep,
I would wake
Transformed as a man
Identity forged into the sand
For as soon as my first waken breath exhales
I’m back to being female
A body that lies to me
For only a semi truth lifestyle brings out the best in my subconscious reality
I guess God does slip up…
He got side tracked…