Him

Her life is everyone's business.

She has to listen to her teachers,
her friends,
her dad,
the passangers,
the forgotten souls, who sell her dreams
for their own disgusting satisfaction;
she should hide herself behind the blanket
sewed out of her naked body.

He has his life, he has his death,
his privacy is kept under the glass bell.
Him, who has secrets, always wears
a completely bald head.

She cuts her hair, every time shorter,
and wears it more proudly than he can.
She will never pity herself
because of a stupid thing like gender.
It's a social construct, it's a lie
and it does not determine her life.
Build a cow out of the spite,
grow a home out of the cow;
let the hypocrats pass by it,
as they're saying you have a pretty smile.

Him, who is her biggest dream, should grow into someone else.
After all, who is he now?
He has a name,
he has a body
and he does a lot of things,
(besides stealing her spirit)
so don't let her be a man.

Not for even one day.
Let her walk the harder path
and become stronger than he can;
it won't pay off,
not today, not next year,
but the point is not in paying off.

She wants to confront herself.