You hide behind pages withered with millenia of hatred
Each letter an excuse for you to say "I don't care if they hold hands,
Just don't do it front of my kids."
But we hold hands in front of your kids, and maybe steal a kiss,
And the book tells you to say, "I don't agree with your lifestyle."
But we live our lives, and maybe we do so loudly
And the book tells you to say, "God said one man and one woman."
But we get married, and maybe we adopt children
And the book tells you to say, "You're going to hell."
But we keep on coming back, stronger each time
And the book tells you to say, "Fags, dykes and trannies doom our nation."
So we go to a parade and cover ourselves in glitter and dance in front of the fire and brimstone
And did you know we have a book too?
Each page formed of light too bright to look at
Bound by the nerve to fight back
Some letters written from inside a closet
Some smeared in the plagued blood of our sisters and brothers whose death you saw as deserved
And pages we add every day. When we kiss in front of you
When we're beaten on the subway because we won't kiss in front of you
When we dress in drag
When we drag our dresses behind us to the homeless shelter
When we tell you "this body of mine doesn't feel right"
When you address us the wrong way because you can't be bothered
We have a book too.
And maybe ours wasn't delivered by a divine hand
But it sure as hell deserves to be sacred.