Mistaken for a Girl?

In a world of perceptions, a delightful swirl,
I revel in the bliss of being mistaken for a girl,
For gender is but a label, a societal view,
In the depths of understanding, I find something new.

With long flowing hair, a tender grace,
I embrace the moment, in this joyful space,
In the mirror's reflection, I see a different face,
A beautiful illusion, a gentle embrace.

For the joy lies not in being one or the other,
But in the freedom to be, to discover,
To challenge the norms, the roles we've been given,
In the bliss of being mistaken, a gift from the living.

With laughter and grace, I navigate the day,
In this wonderful role, I choose to play,
For beauty transcends the boundaries we know,
In the bliss of acceptance, my heart finds its flow.

In the end, it's the spirit that truly defines,
The bliss of being mistaken, where the heart aligns,
In a world that's evolving, where love takes its whirl,
I cherish the joy of being mistaken for a girl.

In a world of perceptions, a delightful swirl,
I revel in the bliss of being mistaken for a girl,
For gender is but a label, a societal view,
In the depths of understanding, I find something new.
With long flowing hair, a tender grace,

I embrace the moment, in this joyful space,
In the mirror's reflection, I see a different face,
A beautiful illusion, a gentle embrace.
For the joy lies not in being one or the other,

But in the freedom to be, to discover,
To challenge the norms, the roles we've been given,
In the bliss of being mistaken, a gift from the living.
With laughter and grace, I navigate the day,

In this wonderful role, I choose to play,
For beauty transcends the boundaries we know,
In the bliss of acceptance, my heart finds its flow.

In the end, it's the spirit that truly defines,
The bliss of being mistaken, where the heart aligns,
In a world that's evolving, where love takes its whirl,
I cherish the joy of being mistaken for a girl.