I feel so shy sharing this – sometimes these words flow through me and I don’t quite understand where they come from – but they are a piece of me. And I can’t always find that voice. But she is here now so I’ll let her shine.
Look at these bad bitches take flight
They can’t clip our wings and have no bearing on our rights
Let em all melt on that hot desert sand
I haven’t got time to listen to their snivelling demands
We’ll rise high up against the walls
Breaking all our bounds like breaking balls
Nothing can ever hold us down
Take to the streets and find your crown
Were not flaming like you think
All the girls want my little winks
Spreading out like georgia o’keefe leis
Like a chorus line of queer cakes
Let them fly away
And Streak across the sky
Give me little bites of that pie
But don’t stray away from the bullseye
Color it like a poison pink sky
Call the sunset a pollution beauty cream pie
Burn hotter than the stars of a universe
Sweep me up in the milky way flavor hearse
All the play at my finger tips
Girls are fighting for my tender lips
Crash the congress doors don’t let them sleep
Bring back the people not those soldier feet
Demilitarize the fate of humankind
They can’t win the war of time
They can’t kill us all we’re not illegal
Decorate the girls with sequined eagles