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You feel safe in the clear cut lines Safe within your own confines I say ***** your walls and categories They're made of toothpicks and scary stories Weak and fragile and able to burn Fire leaves behind ash and something to learn I am expansive, seeing through your limitations Building your life along their implications They're self-selected and system imposed I can understand that it's all you've known But you choose to stay tied to their ideas Finding safety in avoiding all of your fears They call people of color and trans kids the culprit From within the cage that is your pulpit You find danger in difference and seek to destroy Instead of exploring the vastness of human joy So afraid of the loss of your god's only love You seek answers from those you consider above You ask your priest how to tell your son one day About the fact that your mom is in love and gay So when your kids question gender as they get older Will you tell them that I simply have a disorder? No, first you'll have a meeting and ask the church Before considering your heart as somewhere to search And they'll tell you I'm ****** and our mom is as well But you're the one trapped within your own living hell
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Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 6:07 PM UTC
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You feel safe in the clear cut lines Safe within your own confines I say ***** your walls and categories They're made of toothpicks and scary stories Weak and fragile and able to burn Fire leaves behind ash and something to learn I am expansive, seeing through your limitations Building your life along their implications They're self-selected and system imposed I can understand that it's all you've known But you choose to stay tied to their ideas Finding safety in avoiding all of your fears They call people of color and trans kids the culprit From within the cage that is your pulpit You find danger in difference and seek to destroy Instead of exploring the vastness of human joy So afraid of the loss of your god's only love You seek answers from those you consider above You ask your priest how to tell your son one day About the fact that your mom is in love and gay So when your kids question gender as they get older Will you tell them that I simply have a disorder? No, first you'll have a meeting and ask the church Before considering your heart as somewhere to search And they'll tell you I'm ****** and our mom is as well But you're the one trapped within your own living hell
Nicol-g
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Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 6:07 PM UTC
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