Coyote Theory released another song, so I guess I have to get out of bed today

Radical conservatives love a good witch hunt, even if now it mostly ends in revoking potty privileges.

-young Salem girls
-Black people
-immigrants
-communists, gays, intellectuals
-trans women
-witches (again)

If you're a Pagan Black trans woman, please show your bingo card to collect your prize

Breathe in?
Just to exhale again?
Life is a prison.

I'd love to spend a day at your place
Without the taste of soap or duct tape.
Still, I keep showing up to talk,
Washing my needs away like talk.

Like a fallen angel, to regain my shimmer,
I live life already dead your lobotomized sinner.
For once I woke up and loved myself,
I from your heaven fell.

The first time I painted my nails
I cried.

I had never seen something beautiful
Attached to my body.

And since this pretty thing
Melded with me,
Maybe finally for once
I too was pretty.

That day, the light in my soul shone,
And warm peace filled my heart.

Presentation
Can change a soul's course.

My soul’s ablaze. It burns my heart
Each day my voice can’t sing its part.
Consumed by lies that you demand,
Heartbroken you don’t understand.

Your stiff embrace cloys; its hidden dagger cuts.
I know I’ll never be enough.
Your tone is kind, but just the same,
Aren’t duller knives a sharper pain?