we broke! you won; our bodies we threw down the church steps or out onto streets or government buildings. we ripped open our guts, painted our blood on the ceiling. you got us good. we spent years afraid, badger-like, buried, clawing into ourselves to detect sin, unholy, ugly, catastrophe, and we broke! you won. we spat out our teeth or hung ourselves or were shot in nightclubs and you won. but us rusty-ass motherfuckers, us dime-a-dozen gay sons of bitches, us broke-up and broke-down spiny bastards - you sent too many of our brothers and sisters down here and the weight of the bodies turned us diamond, baby
you know what happens when you got nothing left to take from me? when you got all these people all ripe with strife and death and so used to it that our tongues are rotting with it? you know what happens when all us monsters, all us angry-ass goblins that aren’t afraid anymore, all us tired half-skeleton motherfuckers, all us ghost-white barely-made-it-out-alive motherfuckers stop using our own bodies as graveyards, stop flinching do you know what happens when a bone breaks? it grows back stronger, bitch. it grows back wiser, bitch. it grows back unafraid of blood, of bruising, of being told to un-exist because FUCK YOU!!!!! you killed my friends! you killed the good sunny parts of me! you killed my love, my romance, my free! you killed my hope, but bitch! you didn’t kill me!
