Bought a T-shirt with Sylvia Rivera’s face
Spent $50 to hear heterosexuals sing at Pride
Walked quickly past the unhoused
Clutching my Telfar leaving my Tesla
I’m not a capitalist just look at this mustache
Touch on these muscles while I read Judith Butler
I tell you Pride was a riot started in New York in 1969
Even though PRIDE was a collective in Los Angeles that
Protested police brutality outside the Black Cat Tavern in 1967
Too many people are worried about their irrelevance
I’m just worried about how my ass looks on Insta
I mean ending poverty and prisons at my nonprofit
Today I feel more like a brand than a person
Sometimes I wish Marsha P Johnson could spit on these gays
Then I wonder if she would spit on me too
Sometimes I want her spit on me to go viral
But not like that
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