Don't ask me questions
Don't call me names
Don't put your hands on me
While the rest of you just watch
Watch me get fucked up and when it's over
You ask me "are you okay?"
Don't fucking talk to me
And you say "well mija if you didn't dress that way,"
"oh well honey tone down the gay," I will not, I will fucking not,
be a part of your gender role play
Don't stare at me
Don't tell me to stay quiet
Don't fuck with me
While the rest of you judge and attack me
It's not my fault, and you say "You shouldn't be gay in public"
Fuck what you say
Don't talk to me, don't ask me shit
Keep your hands to yourself
The suppression of my gender expression
Will not be tolerated
Afrofuturist punk from Philly that twists the hardcore sounds of '90s DC and San Diego into a seething mass of wires and roots. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 3, 2019