A life story about the life struggle for identity, as a child who realizes he/she is not the correct gender and knowing everyone around this child, does not want "it" to have the identity, "it" knows belongs to "it" the life long struggle to have "it," keep "it" lock "it" up safe, and to be empathetic, knowing that a soul has pain and feeling it from others, hurts more than your own, To be the one they chose, and not the one you were meant to be, and grow in a world you don't belong in, Somewhere in birth you were made as special, I remember my birth, my short time in my womb, safe a feeling of floating in a warm sea of twinkling stars, in the warm heart of the heavens, and the soft beautiful music surrounds every part of being here, the musical symphonies played on the gold and wooden handmade instruments of the heavens, music from the angels own voices surround and comfort, a tiny new little soul hanging in balance by a small thread of gold. Awaiting it's fall into the chaos of the cold earth below, in search again, for that warm safe feeling that will only come one time in a moment, After a long life of endless emotional violence, storms calm and winds come in a gentle breeze. gives a chance to breathe again, look, feel, and, embrace, and awaken to feel safe and warm, a gentle touch gentle as a kiss to push forward, into love, this time, herself