Do I even have a gender? Do I even have a race?
Will anybody anybody anyone at all extend a little grace?
That I might not be simple I might be hard to know
As noisy as a kettle, as lonely as the snow
Has it become so wrong these days to care for more than I?
When everyone needs recognition the L the G and the B T Q and I?
When everyday there's something else that you just need to buy?
When life takes all you have each day just so you can get by?
There was a time when boys and girls would play and play outside
There was a time when it was enough to just go run and hide
And then seek out the hidden, exploring every day
Now everything is Trump Putin Musk, and we've so lost our way