Once a year the month of pride,
June is the month, the mouth of good.
I yearn for the hope June gives,
we need the change protests in June offer.

Once a year we get hope,
just to lose it soon after.
They give us false confidence,
They just want us to stop talking.

once this year I come out,
all I got was discrimination.
we yearn to be accepted for us,
This is not a phase.

We're told this is an illness,
we'll make our colours.
Australia's on fire,
but you're too busy with me to care.

we'll make our colours,
you make your colours.
we yearn for help,
you make it worse, telling us to forget.

I was born like this,
I was made perfect.
I could be you, I want to be me.
I'm me, I can't be you.

Im screening im a boy,
im not your daughter.
Im not your sister,
im not a girl.

I'm a boy,
im your son.
I'm your brother,
so please call me he.

© TransGenderQueer