Watching the children play
On the sandy beach
A ball was kicked towards me
And I wondered if they wanted me to play
A little boy with sun-kissed hair
Came looking for it
He yelled to me: Hey Mister, can you kick the ball to me?
I smirked andkicked the ball
As high as I could
I shook my head happily to the mistaken identity
I often get
People have mistaken my female identity that I'm quite proud of being a lady, even without seeing my pic sometimes, just by my writings. So I can get you here in this unique fantastic lovely poem. But when I'm all veiled and covered up people who see me never mistake my identity and gender at least. Kudos. Best wishes, this is the one you meant right.
I agree with Mj there is sadness, I wasn't ready for the denouement but it made me sad, its always a little hurtful when something like that occurs. All the love LeeAnn
There's maybe a tinge of sadness here...a calm scenario sets the scene, then a jarring note surfaces. Brilliant, LeeAnn!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mistaken identity! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.