Why do I have skin, muscle, teeth, hair, bone, eyes, fingers, hands....
Why am I stuck in a specific vessel, a form with expectations and fears?
Why am I always a "him," a "he?"
Why am I so specific in my image?
Why can't I be free of being hated, feared, of being something so.... particular?
Why can't I change into something better?
Why can't I change into something beautiful, something that can be more than one thing?
Why do I exist, and why does my body be specific?
My eyes are the most unique, and they only LOOK like they can change.




