Identity

I wake up, feel the sun on my skin

And stare at the reflection looking back

And I am a woman.

Soft skin and perfect pouting lips

Smothered in red.

She likes to show the body she worked so hard to love.

I wake up, the breeze flowing through the curtains

And I am a man.

Messy hair and baggy clothes

Hides what he hates

And he tries his best to be himself.

I wake up and I am me.

A girl in boys clothes.

A boy in girls clothes.

A person.

That's all I am.