When I grow up
I want the world to be happy
Because as of now
It is not
For you see
This world is shrouded in hatred
And love can be bought
All around conveyed love is being traded for physicality
As the players get stronger
And the girl
She cried out to a diety
She doesnt even believe in
Because he left her
Broken
Bruised
And
Pregnant
Leaving her for another girl
One with a bigger rack
And ***
Even though she shook hers
Every night on stage
Baring her body for strangers
Only so when she goes home
He can unleash his rage
So she gives him her money
And he loosens his grip on her
Freshly
Dyed
Hair
Then he'll pretend to care
As he invests her money in his new Jordans
Instead of rehab for his
Crack head lover.
because he never loved her.
If he did He wouldnt be saying
"That baby isn't mine."
So he can spend more time
With the new girl by his side.
A girl who's snorting coke
And lets strangers hands
Travel up her bruised thighs
I Cant be happy seeing this world in this disgruntloed state
Because A young boy hangs up
A flowery dress in a closet full of
dusty skirts and heels
His moms attempt at making him
"Normal"
Because what you don't know is he was born a She
But she wants to be a he
And he doesnt know somewhere out there
A he wants to be a she
But they feel more alone
As their parents threaten to send them to camps
In failed attemps to make them
"Okay" In the eyes of
Their God
So he lays in bed
Blood pouring from his
Self inflicted wounds
One for every missed label
As they call him a her
Or he a she
But they don't see it
"It's just a pronoun right?"
Maybe to you
Because you haven't fought
your whole life
To be called something few
are open eyed enough to see you as.
But he can see it clearly
as he pins back his hair
and puts on his binder
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
When I grow up
I want the world to be happy
Because as of now
It is not
For you see
This world is shrouded in hatred
And love can be bought
All around conveyed love is being traded for physicality
As the players get stronger
And the girl
She cried out to a diety
She doesnt even believe in
Because he left her
Broken
Bruised
And
Pregnant
Leaving her for another girl
One with a bigger rack
And ***
Even though she shook hers
Every night on stage
Baring her body for strangers
Only so when she goes home
He can unleash his rage
So she gives him her money
And he loosens his grip on her
Freshly
Dyed
Hair
Then he'll pretend to care
As he invests her money in his new Jordans
Instead of rehab for his
Crack head lover.
because he never loved her.
If he did He wouldnt be saying
"That baby isn't mine."
So he can spend more time
With the new girl by his side.
A girl who's snorting coke
And lets strangers hands
Travel up her bruised thighs
I Cant be happy seeing this world in this disgruntloed state
Because A young boy hangs up
A flowery dress in a closet full of
dusty skirts and heels
His moms attempt at making him
"Normal"
Because what you don't know is he was born a She
But she wants to be a he
And he doesnt know somewhere out there
A he wants to be a she
But they feel more alone
As their parents threaten to send them to camps
In failed attemps to make them
"Okay" In the eyes of
Their God
So he lays in bed
Blood pouring from his
Self inflicted wounds
One for every missed label
As they call him a her
Or he a she
But they don't see it
"It's just a pronoun right?"
Maybe to you
Because you haven't fought
your whole life
To be called something few
are open eyed enough to see you as.
But he can see it clearly
as he pins back his hair
and puts on his binder
Drugs gay binder trans drugs cheated love pregnant strip *** society hurt abuse money hate
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