Simple As Double X X

Why are ‘She’s’ the way they have been, Not only now…but way back when? To know what she is…and why she’s that way, We must know from the start on the very first day. Before the day of her birth…yes, way before that, An unaware egg got a heck of a whack. Before she’d be she, someone’s daughter or wife, That sperm…had determined…the rest of her life. Genetic codes and chromosome vex Say She’s whammied! She’s a double X-X The Chromosome X-X of being a She, Lost out to the X-Y of being a He. Customs demand it! We label and scan, So it’s “she” for a lady…and ‘he’ for a man. Yes labels are trainings for “Mr.” and “Ms.” So she is sure… what the heck that she is. Pronouns pronounce her…a she and a her, An appropriate marker so she’s always sure. Familiar pink ribbons…what a cute little Belle, It’s a she by the color! You always can tell! When she was a toddler…she was merely a me, Not knowing the difference… in a he and a she. It wasn’t enough she was already… a me, They now had to teach her… she had to be she. Then come the toys… that are under the tree, Boys for the boys… and girls for the me. Why couldn’t they let her…keep being a me? Instead of insisting what she ought to be. By the time she’d arrived… much closer to six, She was well on her way…as a Double X-X. Sadly she learned… between girls and those boys, There’s more of a difference… than stupid old toys. A more genuine force now comes into play, On her very first sexual… 'recognition' day. The chromosome X-Y, of being a he, Can’t match the X-X whammy of being a she. Genetic code and a thing called sex, Say there’s krypton in her double X X Uterus! Vagina! and Ovaries!, The “Keys” to the Kingdom belong to the SHE’s