Land of the free
Home of the brave
As long as you're white
And not transgender and certainly not a queer lady.
Made wonderfully silent
By the patriarchy
Shoved down my own throat
With my bare two hands
Working for and against me.
For centuries people like me have laid dormant
Under cover of nightfall
Where the monsters come out
Only as humans wishing to speak
But only being contested as heathens
2/3rds not your problem.
So excuse me for not being
Loud enough for your ears
Covered by privilege
I'll never have the opportunity to have
Because oppression still exists in this system
No matter how many parades we have
For the queer or black.
Kept quiet beneath the resounding of bullets and bombs
You cannot hear me
Nor my brothers and sisters and those in between
Behind bandages wrapped up like gifts
To you who will never understand
What it is to not exist
For the comfort of America.