I wake up every morning with the Sound of Sirens
Blaring across town
I wake up every morning wondering what fresh hell
The world will throw at me
Will it be losing the job because I was too brown
Or losing the lover because my body was wrong in their eyes
Or losing my identity to the maw of Society that says I’m not real
I wake up every morning wondering
Is today the day?
Is today the day that I die?
The day that some fuck gets it in their head that
I don’t deserve to live
Is today the day I’m murdered?
And every morning I get up
Put on my make up
And face this fucked up world that hates me
That owes me nothing
And I. Demand. Everything
And I will not be denied
I dream of the day when waking up
Is the easiest thing I have to do