My Pronouns are FREE PALESTINE

You can wave your flag pink and blue 

You can be white, you can be a hippy

You can accept and you can include

You can vote democrat

Make fun of MAGA hats 

And I’ll still feel dysphoric 

Cause what you don’t get 

Is my pronouns are Free Palestine 

You love the rainbow but I keep my head down

Till I see that black green and red 

You act so chill but don’t get my keffiyeh 

You try so hard I know 

But I still feel unknown

Cause my pronouns are Free Palestine 

Growing up in the city of friendly yard signs

And voter registration drives 

Of BLM but you’re still friends 

With the police, got that rainbow badge 

Gay white kids, in the house on the hill you have 

See yall got me confused, not knowin myself 

Lost in this world to myself I didn’t come out 

Even with the parades everything was so faded 

You never said the word Palestine you walked a thin line

But my heart was of conscience and I was hungry to learn 

I felt like myself when I saw the red and blue flag burn 

My gender is keffiyehs and tents on the quad 

You say I’ll never fit anywhere but you haven’t met the squad 

You say I’ll never fit in but the real ones never did 

You say go to Gaza and I cry cause I could 

While the Palestinians who live there are the only ones who should 

I speak from my heart but you only say this

Cause my identity my words are dangerous 

It’s true cause it threatens white supremacy rule 

It’s true cause I don’t always play by the rules 

You invite me in but leave Palestine out of it 

Call me he him but I still feel dysphoric 

Talk about justice but give me the ick

Talking about the New York Times 

I’m always moving through different places and times 

Different faces so many complacent 

Inclusive when, progressive where 

True comrades are everywhere 

Just hiding in place 

I say Palestine 

And feel the shiver going down your spine

I hope you can sit down, talk, look me in the eye 

If you’re ready or not I don’t really mind

The words are in my mind, out of my mouth they fly 

So kind and inviting when I walked in 

Now in your eyes I see something grim and sometimes 

I wonder if you’ll revoke your gay solidarity kindness 

Waking up in a tent in the middle of night 

Feeling like I’ve never felt more ready in my whole life

I’ve got Sylvia Rivera Syndrome 

Trying not to fall asleep so I can savor the moments 

Felt blurry before but now everything’s in focus

Graciously comrades opened my eyes 

So I can see who I am where I am and why 

On a cool summer night under the green and red flag 

It clicked and I knew 

I felt glad in the glistening golden hue 

Built up from the inside and prepping for the fight 

The fight to fight the whole rest of my life 

So if you get it or not, what’s it to me? 

Just know my pronouns are screaming in the heat 

Just know my pronouns are art on the ground and rapping along to low key 

When I see keffiyehs and flags I feel like me

Whether you call me habibi or habibati you’re family 

Cause my pronouns are Free Palestine 

So let’s get this shit

Let’s go together 

Let’s fight together 

And let’s never back down

Lets remember whose land it is

Let’s remember who’s fight it is

Let’s take it down brick by brick 

We do it for the martyrs so we won’t be divided 

My pronouns are free Palestine 

Trans as in end the genocide 

Trans as in we don’t need the police you can respectfully leave 

Trans as in taking down all forms of white supremacy 

Trans as in I’m staying here and I’m staying loud you can’t quiet me down

Trans as in block the barricade until Palestine is free 

Trans as in intifada until victory. 

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