Light at the end of the Tunnel
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My being is sliced by a man made fault line
Splitting my identity like water and oil
You say that being a certain way makes you less of who you are
Yet you don’t understand that blackness is not for consumption
Our bodies aren’t for your fantasies
Our culture isn’t for your aesthetics
Our existence shouldn’t be your opposition
Your beliefs spawning unnecessary tension
You say the only way I can be a man is through masculinity
When femininity is more comforting to me
You say talking about LGBTQ history causes children to be gay
Meanwhile I spent all my life getting forced to be...
My being is sliced by a man made fault line
Splitting my identity like water and oil
You say that being a certain way makes you less of who you are
Yet you don’t understand that blackness is not for consumption
Our bodies aren’t for your fantasies
Our culture isn’t for your aesthetics
Our existence shouldn’t be your opposition
Your beliefs spawning unnecessary tension
You say the only way I can be a man is through masculinity
When femininity is more comforting to me
You say talking about LGBTQ history causes children to be gay
Meanwhile I spent all my life getting forced to be...