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Coming to terms with myself |
| John or Johnna I speak to myself: do I listen? And looking inside, do I see? When I know what I am do I need to know why? Thus: my breasts are symbols of the freedom to be, of the sharing with you of me. When I am afraid, you make me safe. I have no alter ego, no other self or hidden half: Behind my hazel eyes it's me. To myself I am neither Jon nor Jonna: not male, female, or both, Just me. 01/05/75 x |