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You act like you Expect a cue: Like we’re supporting actors And your existence relies on mine Or even worse MY existence relies on YOURS, But I don’t need players who can’t hold their weight on a stage With more than two spotlights. You act like you need clues When it’s up to you to get a ******* clue, When it isn’t pink or blue you’re stuttering between Green and yellow and I want to ***** all those colors that make you “Uncomfortable” or “worried” for a future that I doubt you belong in, Because let’s be real: It wasn’t a ******* Baby bib color that made me dread My genitalia.
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Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 5:02 AM UTC
It's A Queer!
You act like you Expect a cue: Like we’re supporting actors And your existence relies on mine Or even worse MY existence relies on YOURS, But I don’t need players who can’t hold their weight on a stage With more than two spotlights. You act like you need clues When it’s up to you to get a ******* clue, When it isn’t pink or blue you’re stuttering between Green and yellow and I want to ***** all those colors that make you “Uncomfortable” or “worried” for a future that I doubt you belong in, Because let’s be real: It wasn’t a ******* Baby bib color that made me dread My genitalia.
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Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 5:02 AM UTC
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