I take my own wounds seriously
They ask me to speak for them

No one can tell me that I am not who I say I am.

They can make me believe it for a time
But I wake, I rise.

Heterosexuals do you understand the mindfuck that was done to queer people
That were were hynotized into thinking we felt things that we did not
That we were people we are not,
And now we still wonder.

The brink of that wonder, sitting on the that brink
Is hell.

No one was there to see the pain.
Can they even see it now?

What volumes we carry within us.

Little boy didn't know a sword was there always at his waste.
Always heroic is the truth.
Always a hero, nothing less.