You think of us as fearsome lowly freaks
And count it fun to laugh at us or glare.
Just lonely trannies walking down the streets
You cannot know that we are everywhere
For one you see another ten you don’t
With lives unlived and words they can’t break through
They never give it face or won’t
because they are afraid …afraid of you.
They fear that you will rob them of their jobs
And tremble that your love for them will chill.
They dread you’ll turn to bloody killing mobs.
They fear because they know you …and you will.
But those of us not hiding in our cage
Are watching very close and full of rage.
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