Different and Unique
A couple months before my birth, the O.B.G.Y.N told my parents, they were expecting a boy. Of course me being the first boy, they got their hopes up; planning to name me Paul after my father. His middle name.
The day of my birth on a hot summer day. I came out sliding with a part different from a boy. Confused. My uncle says "Why not name her Paula-Christine. It's different & unique."
But till this day I'm only called the first part of my name. Even though I don't like it, I wouldn't be who I am today without it. Which is loud, outgoing and known everywhere I go.
How ever lets just say it won't be getting passed down anytime soon. No thank you, no way, no girls coming my way.