The Woman I am no mirror can see,

My breast are still small and my voice is  so deep. 

The Woman I am unable (she cannot) feel love, 

I wish to cut my genitals  and feed them to the dogs. 

The woman I am prepared to receive the pain.

The needles  shall burn only the ugly remains.

Suppression is impossible, I must live it out,

My [bad word] self is female how could I ever doubt...