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Sweet Cis Teen Lyrics - Artist : Dazey And The Scouts
Don't wanna be somebody's mother
Don't wanna be a wife Tell me I'm all that you're scared of Call me king dyke "So are you a boy or are you just your trauma?" I'm not a broken thing or one or the other Sweet cis teen, sweet cis teen Sweet cis teen, sweet cis teen I can't leave the house every time I bleed per month Can't reclaim what you don't know as dysphoria And I don't hate myself I'm just a dead name, and you're in my way Sweet cis teen, sweet cis teen Sweet cis teen, sweet cis teen To be trans is to be your own pall bearer To carry the weight of a dead person around with you 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 could be sold It wouldn't fit inside the pages of Ms. magazine If my gender had legs, it would sprint Catch up with all the progress that feminism is making All the FUCKING progress that T.E.R.F. feminism is making |
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