This one is for the ones formerly known as fairies.
For the ones known as fags,
For the one whose existence is minimized to a crime,
For the ones called demons,
For the ones who are just like me.
This one is for the outcasts.
The ones whose existence is queer and untamable
The ambiguous ones whose existence defies small boxes
The ones whose mystery they seek to uncover
This is for the ones who overcome suicide,
The ones who still consider death,
The ones who are buried in shame,
The ones whose names we don’t know,
The ones we ridicule.
This is for the ones who existence is misunderstood
The ones who live in no one’s will but theirs
The booty-short wearing boys,
The hips swaying kings
The ones who are seen and not heard
The ones whose voices never mattered.