Disclaimer: I do not own FMA.

A/N: Here comes the next poem...and I can't believe I've written so many...wow. And I can't believe I've actually gotten some reviews. That rocks! You guys rock! I love you all!

This one is the unlucky thirteenth poem...maybe I'll get flamed for this one. Or not. I'm not really superstitious. Okay, with that irrelevant babble over, here is the next poem.

I'm NOT a girl! (Seriously!)

By a very traumatized Envy

People, get a clue!

And while you're at it, get some glasses too!

For people always misjudge me

I'm NOT a girl, can't you see!

My body is just far too masculine

I know that men envy it—and that's a sin.

I have such a male voice

And it was not mine by choice

My maker wanted me to be

Exceptionally manly

So I think I'm going to go hurl...

Why the heck does everyone think I'm a girl!

The clothes I wear are a little scanty, true

But everyone enjoys it, don't you?

And what I wear isn't a skirt—look at how's it's built

Clearly, it's a very manly kilt.

So my hair might be a little long

There's nothing with that that is wrong.

It's a very fashionable thing

And it makes me interesting.

My gender is very genuine

And I am NOT feminine!

So what if I like to dance and twirl?

For God's sakes, I am NOT A GRIL!

OOOOOOOOOOO

A/N: Sorry Envy. I thought you were a girl the first time I saw you...I think a lot of us have made that mistake. Oh well. Review and suggest. I promise that I will get around to the suggestions soon! After I get some sleep. I am SO tired...