My brothers, my sisters, my siblings, my people,
please tell me,
why do they want us dead?
Maybe that’s a bold statement,
but I’m about to get even bolder.
Why are me and my people illegal in 66 countries?
What happened to love and peace?
Love is love?
Screw that.
Love is a shot through the heart, literally.
Should love really be deadly?
Please tell me people,
do you really agree,
that a white man in 1946 who screwed up a book,
should now dictate the rest of eternity?
They take us down like they did Harvey Milk.
All it takes is a whisper,
there goes another life.
Speak up.
They send us down,
down with a bullet,
a bullet through a heart,
a heart filled with love.
Love has killed us.
And some of us don’t get the pleasure of death,
we have to deal with your name calling, slur throwing, bullying instead.
Tell me,
why do you want us burning in hell?
Like Stonewall in 1969.
Trapped in a building,
Satan locking the door and throwing out the key;
some of us have that said to us by our own damn family.
So I’ll ask you again
to please reconsider,
the things that you’ve said,
the things that you’ve heard.
Is it really true,
that your love is right,
that our love is wrong,
that we deserve to die,
that we have to worry,
about getting shot on sight?
Please tell me people,
do you really think that we deserve that life?
And I know that by saying all of this
I have painted a bright red target on my back.
If you believe
that I deserve to be shot on sight,
I do not care.
If this is how I go,
let it be here as I fight.
Even if I die,
I have stood up for what is right.
So here,
go ahead and shoot me,
shoot me on sight.
