Born On The 24th

I'm just an old number
A meaningless blunder
A conversational no wonder
I was born too early
And reborn too late
With this wicked
Odd hand of fate
I'm always struggling
With who to love
and who to hate
A conflicted boy teen
Now an adult queen
A ditzy blonde fem
a total she and not a them
I'm here in my bedroom
Riding another nameless
Man like a witch
On a flying broom
I am a shape shifter
With a dark silhouette
against a bright full moon
I'm always kinder and never rude
Even to those who are blind
And call me dude