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 xxxxING progress that T.e.R.F. feminism is making.
