Oh, I know that I’ll never be perfectI’m just alive

Just because I am queer doesn’t mean I am queer for you

Sewn together patterns, like many clashing moods,She wears what No others dare

And in uttering thatExcellently executed truthYou become an artist too

Birds shouldn’t be able to find tearsThey are the definition of freedom

Care: not carnage Love: not loathingPeace: not pieces