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Dear girl I used to be…I’m sorry.I’m sorry for the lies, I’m sorry for making you put on that disguiseA fake smile, a fake face, a fake body and a fake placeIn this world, telling you what you needed to be
Her humane heart beat ajar,
Poor child, being a false saint,
Combat booted feet in tar.
Searching for the dullest star,
Live in a world where religion is a parody of its own meaning.Where true love is called perversion,And a preference is classified as a sickness.Where our young are nothing but impressionable
White hoods
Confederate flags
Burning crosses
Callin’ us “fags”
Vicious and violent
Even if they can’t reach us.
But we don’t stand a chance
If those who could help don’t show up,
When my parents first came to America,They thought it would unite their broken states of mind
My mother came from a poor family,But immigrant soil pinched pennies harder than she could
America the Brave risked everything for the future.
America the Strong fought endlessly for our rights.
America the Proud flew the flag for all people to see.
Oh Beautiful Country of mine,
On the backs of the broken you stand.
A pillar of corruption and hypocrisy,
Built on stolen land.
All men are created equal,
Turn it off
Turn off the news
Turn off
The hurt
The hurt
The hurt
It's too much to take
Too much to understand
So it's better to just not see
It's better to just
Turn it off
To Be Heard
Some of us are born this way
and some of us are born that way
No matter what your status or size
keep on going with your head held high.
