Who chose this life? I do not know—
maybe my heart, maybe my life,
maybe my God. But why?
I wanted to be free. Happy, a smile on my lips.
I smile, but not for this lonely life of tears,
looking out the window, waiting for another morning.
My life is listening to rules of the game they play with us.
You are a woman. This is your fault,
This is the price you must pay for being
The wrong gender.
Yes, I am a woman
I am alone, a long way from my goal.
No one will help me, no one knows how.
Photo by Dirk Haas.