Ze steals hir clothes from the dollar store, says "fuck the corporations!" and rides off on hir longboard. Ze pierced hir own nose and reads books about philosophy, zero tolerance for bigots, ze taught me a couple things.
You're not an object, you're not up for debate. You are valid, you will find a safe space.
Ze lives off Main Street, sometimes 2nd or 16th. Zes in the hospital, got beat up for being a "queer freak" ze doesn't like cops because with a boot on hir face, a growling voice says "punk piece of shit, you better know your place"
You're not an object, you're not up for debate. You are valid, you will find a safe space. Hold tight to the things that give you a sense of purpose, adopt your families and realize you're not worthless.
Zes in the morgue now visiting all hir murdered friends, victims of hate crimes dying in vain of pacifists. "You gotta fucking stand up" ze says to me, there's no more peaceful solutions, claim your identity.
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