Am I A Girl? Or Am I A Man?

I stare at my self in the mirror 

I touch my chest

But it doesn't feel right

Under my hands 

Are parts that don't belong 

And all I can do is wish they were gone

I pleed with my body to correct itself 

But there they stay

I look closer at my reflection 

And imagine what I would look like

If only I had been born in the right body

I lift the fabric up and pull it tight 

I slip on a sweater stare once again 

Now I look right but something is still wrong

I lift the scissors and cut it all away

My long soft locks fall to the floor 

I look for the last time and smile

Now I know what I am