No one thought I was a pixie

In the JCPenney’s bathroom
a woman siren screamed creep!
Looked to my pants for a predatory tent
In my rush out the door,
I left a piece of my womanhood
on that white tile floor

Wrinkled men winked
as I held the door like a gentleman
It’s good to see a young man with respect
A liar who never opened their mouth

Cast lists declared me male
A moon face and backwards baseball cap
surrounded by aphrodites of hair spray and vanilla
Shoulders shook as my magnet eyes
tired to avoid sensuous cracks and blueberry eyelids
But oh it hurt
my student eyes were hungry
Woman me, oh God, please
A mascara tube burned in my pocket
as I attempted to steal what I had cut off