THE STORY:
Her name escapes me, but her face doesn’t. Purple. Swollen. Defeated. We went to the club the night after she was gay-bashed. No one wanted to dance. We just didn’t want to be home. Rather than request the reason for my glum face the vacant party kid told me I needed to smile more. Life if just a party right?
THE LYRICS:
Andre said all I do is complain
Well I’m feeling the hate
Why should I refrain
It’s so hard to dance
When my friend’s face
Is black and blue
It’s so scary when you see that it’s real
That we are no match
For baseball bats and steel
Because she’s a dyke
And they don’t like “those” to live
Well her mother did not raise her
To look like this
I wish I could marry
I wish I could have kids
Cause I’m worth all the freedoms
Your laws forbid
When love is not legal
Something needs to be changed
Well I’m allowed to get shot in a war
But forbidden to tell
Well I live in a body
Not inside a shell
And I will not I will not I will not
Bury my soul
Cause my mother did not raise me
To feel like this
Yeah I’m a little bit tired
Of walking in fear
Not looked at as a human
But just as a queer
Well when we are punched
We all bleed the same
And I long for the day
I’m not afraid to be me
Where equality’s equal
And freedom is free
This country’s pretty in writing
But my friend’s face is still
Black and blue
Well my mother did not raise me
To be like this
No our mothers do not raise us
To be like this
We shall overcome someday.