"so you're gay?" that's what they say, in a frazzled state.
My hands are tied my mouth is wide they look to me.
There's confusion i'm improving my way.
Because i'm learning how to reply when i speak.
They always ask me how i know who i am.
As if i need some kind of test or an exam.
My mouth is sure and it's able, my words on the table,
I draw in air and smile.
It's soft lips and it's hair. it's fire i see when a woman's there.
It's not mind, not body, it's heart.
If we could choose, then we would lose i know for sure.
Because we'd change most everything we want and more.
I've bowed my head and heard the words of those who think.
How can you argue with impossibility?
I wish we didn't see the label, i wish we didn't see the kind.
I wish we didn't see the color, i wish we all could see man blind.
I wish we didn't see one making as the only path that's right.
I wish we didn't think that love is something worth causing a fight.
