Intro: D - Gbm

Verse:
 D
 don't wanna be somebody's mother
 Gbm
 don't wanna be a wife
D
 tell me i'm all that you're scared of
 Gbm
 call me king dyke
    G         Bm             D
"so are you a boy or are you just your trauma?"
G            Bm           D
i'm not a broken thing or one or the other
Chorus:
D               Gbm
sweet cis teen, sweet cis teen
D               Gbm
sweet cis teen, sweet cis teen
Verse:
D                                    Gbm
i can't leave the house every time i bleed per month
D                                    Gbm
can't reclaim what you don't know as dysphoria
    G       Bm     D
and i don't hate myself
G          Bm             D
i'm just a dead name, and you're in my way
D               Gbm
sweet cis teen, sweet cis teen
D               Gbm
sweet cis teen, sweet cis teen

Spoken Word: Gbm - A - D - Dbm

to be trans is to be your own pall bearer—
to carry the weight of a dead person around with you.
if my gender could be sold,
it wouldn't fit inside the pages of ms. magazine.
my gender can't speak,
but even if it could,
it'd stay hidden in the corner of every room
trying to keep quiet anyway.
learn to piece my parts together on an assembly line—
learn to code a language where i am not excluded
if my gender had a pair of arms,
it'd point out all the rallies i didn't get the invitation for.
how in the second wave we fought for gender equality
and limited the number to two.
if my gender had legs, it would sprint.
catch up with all the progress that feminism is making.
all the xxxxxxx progress that
T.e.R.F. feminism is making.