I wanted to cry, I couldn’t breathe

Through my gritted teeth I seethed

What was mine, wasn’t mine

Nothing was fine

Nothing was fine

 

Breasts? Hips? Soft pink lips?

Lipstick stained coffee sips?

Ogling boys, girly joys?

These were not mine

These were not mine

 

Was I a boy?  Was I a man?

Through my head, my thoughts had ran.

No, that wasn’t in God’s plan.

I know who I am

I know who I am

 

Why be one? Why not all?

I had made the perfect call

For long I itched

I’ve made the switch

I’ve made the switch

 

What was this L? What was this G?

What are these B’s and these T’s?

What this “plus”? Could there be more?

I’ve opened that door

I’ve opened that door

 

There was a Q, an A, an I and a P,

Could these letters be for me?

The A seemed right, and so did the P

Both are for me

Both are for me

 

It was new to me: Queer

Now there’s nothing I should fear

Love is love, I am myself

I am myself

I am myself

 

I’m still stuck, I cannot tell

I’ll stay right here for a spell

I’ll find love, then come out

That’s what loves’ truly about

That’s what loves’ truly about.