You say support for us is “collaborating with madness” I must really be nothing to you Someday I will wake you up The alarm clock will not come with a snooze button If you want to quiet me, you will have to throw the clock Against the wall Let it smash into a million pieces But you will always hear a faint phantom ringing in your ears It will grow louder And louder It will never truly be silenced.
You think I’m crazy A queer little copycat Let me let you in on a little secret The world moves on, with or without you I will move on, with or without you I know that it is likely to be the latter In a way, I almost want it to be Black cannot become white without first having specks of grey You are the deepest, darkest black of night I am a myriad of colors
“Have I gone mad, Alice? “I’m afraid so. You’re entirely bonkers. But let me tell you a secret. All the best people are.” I wouldn’t have it any other way. We’re all mad here. Some of us just refuse to see People hide behind their bibles Yet speak of things that aren’t even written in them Where does our God say, “Thou shalt not be transgender?” You use the book as an excuse As a shield for your bigotry You may as well spit on the cover Or light the pages ablaze with your disrespect.
written in may of 2018 for my transphobic grandparents.