Elijah's poem is only six lines long, but it packs in a lot of frustration. Three times, someone else's words appear in quotation marks: "its a girl," "princesses," "she." Each one is answered with a flat, blunt verdict: wrong, also wrong, again, wrong. The speaker doesn't argue or explain. They just mark each label as incorrect and move on.
The poem seems to be about being described by other people in ways that don't match who you are. Judging by the words, the labels are gendered ones, starting with the assumption made at birth and moving to a more general word and then a pronoun. The speaker's feelings come through in the tone. There's weariness, maybe some dry humor, and a stubborn certainty about what is true. The repetition of "wrong" builds a rhythm like a tally or a checklist, and the lack of punctuation and capital letters makes it feel quiet and tired rather than angry. The mood is understated, but the message is firm.