The Eight
On this cold and lonely March day
I am still wishing for an easier way
I walk out the door filled with pride
I do what it takes to gain my stride
I wear lipstick and sweet perfume never looking for a strife
but just in case, I pack a loaded gun and a very sharp knife
I wear lipstick and sweet perfume never looking for a strife
but just in case, I pack a loaded gun and a very sharp knife
She, Her, and Hers are my hard fought pronouns
I am a fierce Transgender woman with no bounds
passing through countless dreary ghost towns
fending off bigotry, hate and thirsty Hell hounds
passing through countless dreary ghost towns
fending off bigotry, hate and thirsty Hell hounds
