Nah,
I’ll fight.
For the young queers,
Troubled punks,
& for bastards just like me.
Doomed from the start.
Blood Cursed At Birth.
Have no mother.
Can I claim to’ve sprung miraculously,
From my father’s loins?
Or will dumber fools,
Not realize I just disowned her,
For abusing & deadnaming me?
Heh.
For the young queers, troubled punks, & for bastards just like me.
