Confusion
For some odd reason I cannot fathom...
People have called me a "him".
I just do not understand...
why people think I'm a young man.
I'm not trying to be rude...
when I tell you I'm not a dude.
Now, please don't think I'm being coy...
when I inform you i'm indeed not a...
male.
I'm a girl.
And another thing I didn't mention.
I look barely over eleven.
And now that I think of it more...
there's so much fun to have in store...
I could say I'm my twin with an accent.
Say, "I grew up in Britain. My name is Paxen."
Or sneak into theaters, get tickets twelve and under...
And nobody would notice my blunder.
Get kids things, because they're cheeper...
hopefully they won't think i'm a creeper.
Have a Hello Kitty birthday party,,,
and not have to say, "It's for my little sister Lotty."
Have an excuse to not go on a coaster.
Even better. I'm a self roaster.
So, if you have a curse that's also blessing.
Think of it as one. You don't know the fun you're missing!
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