Strangers at
night keep calling me out
Shooting the
bombs and throwing the knives
I can feel
the pressure of their stares and their laughter
Deep in the
dark, their eyes alight
Tethering claws
and sharpening bytes
Hate is
gonna fester so I’m wearing scarlet letters
I don’t understand
why the people so mad
Walking on
heels with a gown in my hands
People keep
making me feel ashamed
Hide inside
and be afraid
I don’t understand
why the world’s upset
About seeing
the guy in a brand new dress
Telling you
to “keep it inside the closet
‘Coz no one
wants to see a faggot”
Don’t call
me a man, call me a queen
Call me a
goddess, don’t call me a king
Don’t call
me a man, call me a queen
I’m strutting
my strut, raise my flag
‘Coz love
always wins
Vigorous hearts,
ambiguous nights
Feeling alive
and feeling the pride
Bigots are
always stomping on rainbows
Saying we’re
a bunch of filthy animals
I wanna be
seen for my true self,
I’m tired
of the hate they say “burn in hell”
Do I really
need a gender
Just so I can
freely enter
Gays,
lesbians, trans, and bi
Hand in
hand, side by side
Everyone in
between the spectrum’s
Craving love
and deep connections
Guys and
guys and girls and girls
If you can’t
take that, you can try to learn
We are
never coming back in the closet
Don’t ever
call us fuc**** faggots
Don’t call
me a man, call me a queen
Call me a
goddess, don’t call me a king
Don’t call
me a man, call me a queen
I’m strutting
my strut, raise my flag
‘Coz love
always wins
I’m the
queen of the city
I’m the
queen of the city
I’m the
queen
I’m the
queen
I’m the
queen whoa oh
Queen of
the city
I’m the
queen of the city
I’m the
queen
I’m the
queen
I’m the
queen whoa oh
I’m the
queen of the city
I’m the
queen of the city
I’m the
queen
I’m the
queen
I’m the
queen whoa oh
I’m the
queen of the city
I’m the
queen of the city
I’m the
queen
I’m the
queen
I’m the
queen whoa oh
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