A feminine exists behind
My thick, hardened masculine side
The troubled years have taught him pride
So he keeps her locked up inside

My pretty face exists behind
This massive, burly beard of mine
It grows without needing to try
Giving me a safe place to hide

My piercing eyes exist behind
Two glass lenses with frames that shine
Tools I use to focus the light
Bending photons, clear as the sky

My tattered soul exist behind
A legion of spirits reside
Amongst djinn they are unified
In my body they crystalize