My entire life is a survey.

Being asked everyday why I choose to walk this life and what its like.

Little do you realize its never a choice, my gender is not a lifestyle.

I dream of the day to have the two beauty scars across my chest; the needle pressed

against my thigh or hip.

To be released from the cage ive been nawing at the bars to get out of for so many years.

Being accepted by society is a dream, but finally living as the true me is my reality.

Finally, my soul is on fire. The burn of freedom and release has never felt so good.

Seeing the changes from every crevice of my skin; feeling the changes in my throat.

I may be persecuted and outted each day that I walk outside, but I can finally feel the

air in my lungs when I breath.

I am change.

I am the misunderstood.

I am the new.

I am Transgender.