Sweet Cis Teen

Don't wanna be somebody's mother
 Don't wanna be a wife
 Tell me I'm all that you're scared of
 Call me king dyke
 So are you a boy or are you just your trauma?
 I'm not a broken thing or one or the other
 Sweet cis teen
 Sweet cis teen
 Sweet cis teen
 Sweet cis teen
 I can't leave the house every time I bleed per month
 Can't reclaim what you don't know as dysphoria
 And I don't hate myself
 I'm just a dead name, and you're in my way
 Sweet cis teen
 Sweet cis teen
 Sweet cis teen
 Sweet cis teen
 To be trans is to be your own pallbearer
 To carry the weight of a dead person around with you
 My gender can't speak, but even if it could
 It'd stay hidden in the corner of every room
 Trying to keep quiet anyway
 Learn to piece my parts together on an assembly line
 Learn to code a language where I am not excluded
 If my gender had a pair of arms
 It'd point out all the rallies I didn't get the invitation for
 How in the second wave we fought for gender equality
 And limited the number to two
 If my gender could be sold
 It wouldn't fit inside the pages of Ms. magazine
 If my gender had legs, it would sprint
 Catch up with all the progress that feminism is making
 All the fucking progress that TERF feminism is making