trans rights are human rights
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Make us the butt of the joke
Point and laugh at human reactions
We joke about you
You kill us in the streets
Hundreds buried a year
Point and laugh at the blood on your hands
Dear girl I used to be…I’m sorry.I’m sorry for the lies, I’m sorry for making you put on that disguiseA fake smile, a fake face, a fake body and a fake placeIn this world, telling you what you needed to be
