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Make us the butt of the joke Point and laugh at human reactions We joke about you You kill us in the streets Hundreds buried a year Point and laugh at the blood on your hands
I will whether you like it or not I will talk about you like you are still here till you’re not then i will talk about you like a noble soldier
In your minds, I’m dead I’ve abandoned you and left You mourn Gnash your teeth  And wail Agonizing for me to be returned to you
Little do they know,  As they march along the streets, bearing flags upon their shoulders— As they raise their banners high with faces strong and filled with purpose—
Who are we really when we are shut out of the world. Not even allowed a bathroom break. Why are we set aside and over looked. Jobs, college acceptances, name changes.
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
There is a facade, a thing you don't see But here we're all stuck on "he" or "she" And forget there is more than that to me.  
She looks like any other girl, even when she is not. She looks like a SHE, even when they do not see it. She is a She if she says so. She is not a boy, she is not attracted to boys,
God bless AmericaLand that I was born inStand by my brothers and sistersAnd protest issuesThrough the nightWith the lightFrom police carsFrom FergusonTo Flint, Michigan
I can't get my words out because the constrictor in my throat is begging my silence to keep it company. Because they're bigger than me and their burns sting like the cigarettes they want me to be So I stay silent
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