We received our bloody circles in the mail

Only see what's really important when it's nailed

As a teen my Lord and savior was a male

Tire trucks and six steel strings that keep me frail

It's the worst I've ever felt when it hails

Broken teeth and bloody nose but least it snowed

Instantly tried oh I cried and cut a line

And my eyebrow acted like the boys who tell

And my teacher told me that this made her sad

Had to act just like the others to get around

Friday nights alone in heaven with my board

Like growing up I have always heard or like I was always hyperaware of

The things that the people around me who were charged with my care

Or told me like be silent or be quiet

Or be ashamed or hide

Or perform a version of myself that wasn't really me

And so I think that through my life I've always been hyperconscious

And aware of not going into spaces and seeking too much attention

Um because part of survival is like being able to just fit in

To be seen as normal and to like quote-unquote belong

But I think that so often in society in order to belong means

That we have to like shrink parts of ourselves